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“I swear, I was about to turn the table around. How dare he call me incompetent? Me? Incompetent? Was it even my fault that he is such a huge boomer who doesn’t know the concept of change?” Jimin turns to look at the screen of his laptop where his best friend is currently spilling out his undying hatred toward his boss. Taehyung usually looks so fresh and pretty, but his entire face screams stressed right now. 

Jimin comes to sit on the stool and looks his best friend dead in the eye, “Why won’t you resign?”

“Dude, it’s not that easy! I need at least a year's worth of salary so I could go on my own. It totally sucks. I can’t keep up with his bullshit for more than that long.” He says. He heaves a sigh and takes a sip of his strawberry milkshake. 

If Jimin would be totally honest, he wants to take his best friend in. His life is just far better in the countryside and he wants that for Taehyung too. After everything that he experienced in the city, it’s just so easy for him to say that he will never go back there. 

“Live with me after you resign.” Jimin blurts out, “I have a stable job here. I earn only for myself and the expenses here are cheap. I mean, I can totally support you.” 

The younger one snorts, “I know you love me but I’d rather turn down the offer. I’ll open my own shop when I resign.”

“Open it here! People here will love it. I’m pretty sure Hoseok hyung will be your number one customer.” Jimin works on convincing his best friend. He will be totally honest. He just misses Taehyung so much. It has been almost a year since they last saw each other in flesh.

Taehyung stares at him, biting off a smile. “Darling, I will visit you really soon. I know you miss me a lot. I do too. Once I can fix my leave, I’ll go straight to Namwon and cuddle you like a baby.”

“Bring your boyfriend the next time you visit. I’d like to meet him.” Jimin wiggles his brows, clearly teasing. The way Taehyung rolls his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed though. “What now? Did you two fight again?”

“Yeah, he partied all weekend and literally forgot to message me. He’s such an asshole for making me wait for his call all fucking night. I swear to God once I see him? He’s gonna get a good punch in the gut.” Taehyung is literally red from being annoyed and irritated. He usually gets all riled up when they talk about his boyfriend. Jimin hasn’t officially met him yet though since they just started dating three months ago.

Jimin chuckles, “Yah, let me meet him. I need to see if he’s good for you.”

“Sure. Good luck to him. He’d get to meet another me. Though, you’re kinda worse than me.” He jokes out, making a face.

“Was that supposed to be an insult?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung laughs, “Wait, aren’t you supposed to go on your morning run?”

Jimin gasps as he checks the time. He had so much fun talking to Taehyung that he didn’t notice it was already past 7 am. If it was a normal day, he would get so pissed at himself but because he got to talk to Taehyung, it’s quite alright. Taehyung is much more important than anyone and anything else actually. 

“Mhm. I should go because I still need to fix my lesson plan later.” He stretches his arms up, pouting. He wants to talk to Taehyung more but he cannot skip his morning run. He just feels like his day is incomplete without it. He will also not have the energy for the entire day if he skips his workout. “Call me when you’re free, hm?”

“Of course. Stay safe, bub.” Taehyung blows a kiss before waving his hand, “Bye! Love you.”

“Love you more. Babye!” 

He does not waste any more time. He changes into his workout clothes. Just a simple one. He puts on a dry-fit shirt and comfy shorts. He also makes sure to put sunscreen on his face, neck, and arms. Of course, he doesn’t forget to grab his earbuds and phone. 

After warming up in his garden, he starts his morning run. 

Just a little background about Jimin, he lived in Seoul for almost all of his life. He was born and raised there. He did not live a fancy life though. His mother raised him alone but sadly, she passed away when he was in college. He barely had it in him to survive but Taehyung helped him a lot at that time. He was Jimin’s hope and light in a dark tunnel.

Taehyung has been and will always be Jimin’s best friend. If you ask him, he is Jimin’s constant. When they were really young, they always said they were the sun and the moon, for each other at least. Jimin is the moon and Taehyung is the sun. They have gone through so much. Heartbreaks, failures, disappointments. The two of them are far from being perfect but their friendship remains the same— indestructible. 

Jimin stops running, making sure he’s careful not to trip. He removes one of his buds as he walks closer to a very familiar man, walking with a dog. A smile immediately painted his face as he saw the dog wag his tail. “Moni!”

“Oh god,” Namjoon mumbles when he realizes Moni is going to run toward Jimin. He releases his leash and just lets the dog go his way. It’s going to be embarrassing if he ends up falling down, face flat on the streets of their tiny neighborhood. 

“How’s this good boy, hm? I missed you!” Jimin rubs Moni behind his ears, knowing how much he loves being touched there. He chuckles, letting Moni jump around him. He then looks up to Namjoon and waves his hand, “Hyung, good morning.”

“Good morning, Jimin-ah.” Namjoon smiles at him, his dimples making an appearance once again. “You’re late today.”

If Jimin didn’t know better, he would totally jump on Namjoon. Ever since the first time he laid his eyes on the man, Jimin was totally astounded. Namjoon was just his type. Tall, broad, deep-voiced, and then he smiles with those pretty dimples. Of course, Jimin should have considered the thought that Namjoon was already taken. Later then, after Jimin has settled his stay in Namwon, he got to meet Joon’s husband. 

Jimin chuckles, “Yeah, I talked to Taehyung earlier and got lost track of time. As per usual, he got all whiny.”

“Well, at least you got to talk to him. Ask him to visit. It’s been a while since he came here, right?” Namjoon takes Moni’s leash with no intention of leaving yet. He just wants to make sure he doesn’t run off. 

“A year or so. He said he’ll visit once he gets his leave.” Jimin looks at Moni, smiling at him. “He got a haircut?” 

“Yeah, he gets irritated when his hair grows long.” 

“Oh, I see. Anyway, do you want to grab breakfast?” The sun has fully risen and Jimin has already run his goal distance. It’s just the perfect time for him to eat his breakfast. It is part of his routine to eat in the diner just within their neighborhood. 

Namjoon smiles, “I’m actually on my way to Hoseok’s. Your Seokjin hyung is already there waiting.” 

“Oh my! Really? Damn, I missed eating breakfast with you all. ” Jimin sounds like a little kid, getting all excited for breakfast. 

“But we did that last week, Min.” Namjoon pats his shoulder with a low chuckle, a sign that they should go already. Jimin follows right after him because honestly, he is starving. He regrets getting a salad for dinner last night. He was too lazy to cook so as a guy who hates inconvenience, he just bought a salad from the convenience store. 

He suddenly feels giddy when he sees the sign Smile Hoya from a distance. It feels like forever since he had last eaten there although, in reality, he was munching a whole tuna sandwich yesterday. Hoseok’s diner is totally famous in their neighborhood. He’s just lucky that he’s already Hoseok’s friend so he gets a free table every morning. 

“Jiminie!” Hoseok greets him, full of enthusiasm and warmth. He doesn’t hug him though because Jimin is all sweaty from his morning run. Just like all the days, he acts like he doesn’t see Namjoon, bringing a smile to Jimin’s face. 

In all uprightness, Jimin doesn’t fully understand their dynamic. All he knows is that Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok have known each other since they were really young. It’s just like him and Taehyung but in their case, there are three of them and the two are married to each other. 

That’s quite awkward if anyone has to ask Jimin.

Namjoon shrugs it off and goes to kiss Seokjin on the lips. “Hey, love.”

“Good morning, hyungs!” Jimin greets the two elder men. He sits on the free chair, straightening his back because Hoseok has once scolded him for having such a bad posture. What does he expect from a former dance leader? He then turns to Hoseok, smiling. “I’ll have hot choco and pancakes today.”

“Me too, Seokie but I’ll have coffee instead.” Seokjin says then he turns to Namjoon, “How about you?”

“Bacon and eggs. I’ll have coffee too.” 

“Okay, I’ll be back.” Hoseok doesn’t even bother to write down their orders. He already knows that Jimin rarely drinks coffee, how sweet Seokjin likes his coffee, and how Namjoon prefers it bitter. It’s just a matter of picking up your loved one's preferences in food— love language.

“Hm, remind me to buy some stuff for Moni.” Seokjin suddenly says. He has been staring at Moni from the clear glass window. Namjoon tied his leash on the post. There are strangers staring at him with smiles on their faces because Moni is actually one real cutie.

His husband just nods, “We’re almost out of dog food.”

Jimin actually enjoys this. A quiet morning with his found friends in this neighborhood. The four of them are literally just neighbors. Hoseok just lives three houses away from him and the other two lives at the end of the street. This just means he sees Hoseok more often than the two. During his free days, he’d go to the elder’s house and just annoy him. 

“I’ll have Taehyun serve our food.” Hoseok sits next to Jimin and leans his head on Jimin’s head. “I’m sleepy.”

“Yah, Hoseok-ah. Don’t sleep in your own diner. You’ll scare your customers away.” Namjoon grins, sticking his tongue out. 

“Should I cancel your order, dear customer?” Hoseok raises a brow, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t mind you starving anyway.”

The eldest among them sighs, “Are you two really going to fight at this hour? We’re all hungry. Save your energy for later.”

Seokjin. He is the oldest one among the four of them. He is about two years older than Hoseok and Namjoon and three years older than Jimin. Despite that, Seokjin rarely acts like he is older than them. When Jimin first arrived in this town, Seokjin was the first one he met. He totally didn't give off that "in my late twenties" vibe . First off, he is the son of the old owner of Jimin’s current house. Their family owns most of the houses in their neighborhood. Seokjin was also the one who gave him a tour around their place. He introduced him to his husband and eventually brought him to his best friend’s diner. He would also invite him over for dinner or drinks every weekend. He is just a very social yet reserved person as Jimin observed.

Namjoon on the other hand is quite the opposite of Seokjin in terms of his personality. He is very much like an older brother to Jimin. Well, that's right after Jimin knew the man was married. He makes sure that he takes good care of Jimin especially when Jimin was still new in the neighborhood. Namjoon works as a Literature teacher in the same school where Jimin is working as a PE teacher. He would say Namjoon had a huge impact on why he got the job. It's not really that easy to get the job. 

If there is something Jimin could describe Hoseok with, it is twin. They are just so much alike in so many ways and things. Maybe that’s also why he finds himself always seeking Hoseok. He is just so easy to get along with. Jimin thinks that is the reason why his diner is doing really well because the first time he met Hoseok, the elder was all smiles. Jimin never figured someone can actually smile like that. Although he, himself is a very smiling person, Hoseok remains different. His eyes are pure like there are hearts shooting out from them. He is very outgoing and caring. He is just perfect and up until this moment Jimin doesn’t know why someone as perfect as Hoseok is 28 and still single. There were some who tried to hit on him, flirt a little but Hoseok never saw them as permanent people in his life. As Hoseok said before, “You’ll never know until you have really felt it.” 

“Finally! Food.” Seokjin claps his hand in excitement. He is really hungry at this point. He turns to Taehyung who is serving their food, “Thanks kid. Can you also get me one serving of hash brown?”

“Sure, hyung. Anything else?” Taehyun asks him, also looking at the three elder guys sitting at the table. Jimin just smiles, shaking his head. Namjoon’s kind enough to respond, “Nothing else, Taehyun-ah.”

Taehyun silently leaves to get Seokjin’s hashbrown. “Anyway,” Hoseok, breaking the silence in their circle. He busies his hand putting some butter and strawberry jam on his toast but he is also looking at Seokjin, “Hyung, is it true that someone’s going to move in the yellow house?”

“The yellow house?” Jimin asks, “Isn’t that the house next to mine?”

Seokjin moves his brows because he is still taking a sip of his morning coffee. As he puts the cup down, “Yeah and he’s moving in today. I talked to him over the phone and he said he doesn’t have much stuff. It wouldn’t be a hassle to settle him down.”

“Do you need help, babe? I’ll just buy Moni’s stuff and go straight to the house.” Namjoon is always so considerate of Seokjin. That’s one of the things that Jimin admires about him. 

“I can help too—”

“No!” Namjoon and Seokjin quickly dismiss Hoseok’s offer. They’re both frowning, looking at him. 

He rolls his eyes, “Fine.”

“Wait but why didn’t I know about this?” Jimin asks, 

“It’s really sudden. I think he just inquired three days ago?”

“He’s that eager to move?” 

Hoseok gasps quite loudly, “Oh gosh! What if he’s a wanted criminal and he’s moving because cops have been chasing him here and there? Jimin-ah, you should stay with me instead. You’re not safe anymore.” He grabs Jimin’s arm, eyes widening.

“Yah, didn’t I tell you to stop watching too many thriller movies?” Seokjin nudges his shoulder a little. Jimin laughs because he always witnesses Seokjin scolding Hoseok to stop watching creepy movies, especially at night. He has this habit of running to their house and just sleep beside the couple. Somehow that idea has grown normal for Jimin.

“Hyung, I’m fine. Seokjin hyung installed pretty safe locks in my house. Also, we haven’t even met the guy yet.” Jimin pats Hoseok’s hand on his arm to reassure him. 

Seokjin sighs, “Apparently, he paints. I don’t know much details but he said he’s looking for inspiration.”

“That’s interesting.” Namjoon pushes his empty plate and lets his elbow rest on the table. He looks up, thinking. “So now we have a painter in our neighborhood.”

“Wait, he paints houses?” Hoseok looks so innocent while asking and Jimin cannot help but coo, “What?”

“I think he meant, Picasso type of painter, hyungie.” 

"Oh," Hoseok scratches his head awkwardly,

Seokjin sighs, cracking his neck a little that almost sent shivers down Hoseok's spine. He really hates that sound. "I'll just walk with Jimin later on. I'll check the house first. Though I already asked Mingyu to check." 

"I think it's best to double-check. We can't have the tenant traveling for hours just to get turned off with the house." Namjoon easily slips his hand on Seokjin's lap. 

Jimin loves to observe. Maybe that's because he got traumatized. He overanalyzes everything now. Right now, he thinks that Namjoon's small gesture is to actually show Seokjin that he's willing to help him with anything. Because they all know Seokjin hates asking for help. 

Jimin smiles to himself, "I'm mostly free today. I can totally help you with anything, Jin hyung." 

And Jimin also knows Seokjin doesn't like to put more work on his husband's plate.

"Don't you have classes today?" Hoseok comes back. Jimin almost didn't realize Hoseok stood up to attend to some new customers. 

The younger one shakes his head, "I have some stuff to do but I don't really need to report to work on Saturdays." 

"Should we dance tomorrow? I can rent the studio. I feel like my joints are too tight these days. I have to exercise." Hoseok sighs, "I miss dancing too." 

This is also why Jimin loves hanging out with Hoseok. They both dance and find solace in dancing. Although they have different dancing styles, it's good to have someone who understands your hobbies. "Sure, I could skip my morning run tomorrow then." 

"Can I watch?" Seokjin asks, chuckling. "I used to watch Hoseok dance in every competition he joined in." 

"Me too! Did you know Hoseok was always the crowd's favorite among everyone? He's quite popular even in other towns." Namjoon doesn't hide a smile. His face shows nostalgia, "He even gets gifts all the freaking time! Jin hyung and I would always help him carry all those gifts. I still have that watch little miss big bow headband girl gave you." 

"Wow, that nickname…" Jimin mumbles, 

The dancer waves his hand, "Her name's Youngji but yeah, keep that. Also, stop talking about the past." 

"Would you let us watch you two though?" Seokjin leans in, slightly blinking his eyes, pleading. 

"Fine," 

Their breakfast ended quite well. Hoseok obviously stayed in his diner. Namjoon leaves with Moni. Well, he didn't leave without reminding Hoseok to get home early and to not overwork himself. Seokjin agrees with that, giving Hoseok more reminders before clinging onto Jimin's arm.

"You two," Jimin shakes his head, 

"Who?" Seokjin asks blindly. 

Jimin actually does not want to make it a big deal but it amazes him. 

"I mean, Hoseok hyung is lucky to have you and Joon hyung." The younger one says without any other thoughts. 

Seokjin's steps falter a little, almost like he's caught off guard but he somehow manages to keep himself up. Jimin does not mind that either. 

"I mean, we're luckier to have him." Seokjin shrugs. He tilts his head up, raising his hand to block the sun's rays from hurting his eyes. "You've been tagging along long enough to know that yourself."

Jimin chuckles lightly, stretching his arms up. "Hobi hyung is something else, right?"

"He is." The elder one says quietly, "He's special." 

Seokjin clears his throat, "Enough being sappy, dude. We've got work to do." 

That makes Jimin laugh loudly, shaking his head. 

"When was the last time someone stayed in this house?" Jimin asks as Seokjin keeps himself busy with the keys. Jimin just leans on the wooden wall, hoping it's not going to make his skin itchy afterward.

"Ah, finally." The elder one pushes the door open, "As you can tell by the creaks, so freaking long ago."

The house is huge if you ask Jimin. Just as you walk in, there's a wide space that seems to be the living area. 

"This is bigger than my house." Jimin comments, 

Seokjin hums. He moves around the house, checking the walls and even the flooring. "It's the biggest one next to mine and Joon’s. It’s still a two-bedroom house but it’s spacious. Have you seen the back?”

“Nope, what’s in there?” 

“The only reason I regret not getting this house.”

***

Jimin almost falls from his bed, startled by the sudden loud noise from outside. 

“Fuck, what time is it?” Jimin curses, rolling over to the other side of the bed to reach for his phone. “7 am?”

Another noise comes from outside. It’s that annoying sound cars make. And Jimin tries so hard to close his eyes and go back to sleep but no, he’s too awake to do so. With more curses spilling out of his mouth, he gets off his bed to start his day. 

It is a Sunday and usually, he sleeps in. If only he doesn’t have plans for today, he will literally storm out of his house and yell. He’s just the type who enjoys sleeping over anything else. 

His phone rings, “Taehyung? You called really early on a Sunday morning.”

But Jimin just hears sniffles. 

“Yo, are you crying?” It almost feels like he is about to drop everything and is ready to run to Seoul for his best friend. “Taehyungie?”

“Jiminie,” He whispers lightly but it’s clear in his voice that he is crying. “We broke up.”

“What? Why? What happened?” Jimin walks to the living room, “Do you want me to come over?”

“No! Are you crazy? No, I don’t need you to come to Seoul. I just— I really needed to hear your voice.” Taehyung’s voice turns soft, clearly seeking Jimin’s comfort. 

The elder one sighs, “Alright, alright. I’m here. Tell me what you need.”

“What are your plans for today?” Taehyung asks weakly. “Tell me something interesting.”

“Well, one, Hoseok hyung rented the dance studio for us. So we’re probably going to be there for like 2 hours? I know it’s going to be really fun though. I want to see Hoseok hyung dance an entire song.” Jimin chuckles lightly, “I’d be lying if I say I’m not nervous.”

“Nervous? Why?” 

Jimin hums, thinking. “Maybe because I haven’t danced in a while? I mean, in class, yes but that’s literally just dancercise.”

“You were an ace in our university. Just because you don’t dance as much anymore, doesn’t mean you already suck.” Taehyung just knows what to say every time. “I’m glad you’re doing that. Just have fun, hm?”

“I miss our random dance nights.” The elder one blurts out, 

Taehyung laughs. It sounds so amazing when he laughs. “With or without alcohol?”

“Without. You always throw up when we drink and dance.” 

His laugh just gets louder, “I don’t do that anymore. Well, you’re not here so…”

“Are we going to get emotional right now? I should get my tears ready.”

“Ugh, shut up. Anyway, what’s that noise?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, “You can hear that too? I woke up because of that. Let me go ahead and check.” 

He heavily carries his body to the window, peeking through his curtains. Even with the poor angle, he can still recognize that big thing outside his house.

“Ah, I forgot he’s moving in,” Jimin utters unconsciously.

“Who?” He somehow forgets Taehyung on his phone.  

Jimin takes one last peek before saying, “My new neighbor. I forgot he’s moving in today.”

“Oh, new friend then?” 

“Still don’t know yet. Let’s see once I meet him.” 

***

“No, I’m on my way to the studio. I’m just about to step out of my house, yes. I’ll be there really, really soon.” Jimin struggles to keep his phone steady between his shoulder and ear. He could have put Hoseok on speaker but he hadn’t thought of that just a few seconds ago and now he’s in the middle of tying his shoelaces. 

“Okay. Do you want me to get you something to drink?” Hoseok just said he’s already out of his house. He’s probably headed to the studio, not even waiting for Jimin. “Coffee or just flavored water?”

“Hm, flavored water will do.” Jimin finally gets up from his couch, making sure to take his bag with him and his water jog. “See you, hyung.”

“See you, Jiminie.”

Jimin just got off the phone with Taehyung more than an hour ago. He made himself a quick breakfast, a banana, and a half cup of milk. The noises also faded through time which he is so grateful for. He cannot imagine having to go through the entire day, listening to all the noises his new neighbor is making. 

As he steps out of his house, and walking through his mini garden, a figure of a man catches his attention. He looks his way… that must be his neighbor. He's wearing a black baggy pants and a black oversized dress shirt. With his mask covering half of his face, Jimin automatically focuses on the man's eyes. They're sharp… unreadable.

He is sure the man saw him too but for some reason, he looked away. He carries one box inside his house without even waving or greeting Jimin hello.

Rude, Jimin thinks.

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"You met your neighbor? I mean, he's our neighbor but you get it." Hoseok stretches his legs further, grunting a little as he feels the tension in his body. 

Jimin hums, leaning forward to stretch so effortlessly. His chest almost touches the floor when both of his legs are also stretched sideways. "I met him but not really. I just saw him. No words were spoken. Also, he's wearing a mask so I didn't get to see what he looks like. Just saying because I know you're going to ask me what he looks like." 

"Is he big? Or small? Tall? Lean?" Hoseok somehow forgets about stretching. He suddenly folds his legs together, focusing on Jimin. "You know I get fascinated when someone moves here." 

"You said he's a criminal." Jimin deadpans. 

The elder stops, thinks, "I didn't say he's a criminal. I said that he might be a criminal. There's a difference, Jimin-ah." 

"But you're very much curious about him at the same time?" Jimin proceeds to stretch his arms. "Why don't you visit him? Invite him over to your diner." 

"Pfft. I'm pretty sure he'd discover my diner in a span of one week. It's the best in town." Hoseok stands up to reach for his phone. "What song would you like to dance to?" 

"Literally anything." Jimin shrugs. 

"Yah!" He yells when a very familiar song plays through the huge speakers of the studio. "Anything besides nursery rhymes, you ass." 

Hoseok laughs loudly, shaking his head. "Okay, I'll look for something else." 

The door bursts open, gaining both Jimin and Hoseok's attention. 

"Hyung!" Jimin yells in excitement. "Where's Seokjin hyung?" 

Namjoon greets them with a smile. "Hey, what's up? Jin hyung checked with our new neighbor. He wanted to make sure he's all settled. He'll be here in a minute." 

"Have you met him? The new neighbor, I mean." Hoseok looks down at his phone again, probably choosing what song to play. 

"I haven't. You?" He asks, "Did you see him, Jimin?" 

Jimin nods, "A five-second eye contact counts as an interaction, right?" 

"Well, I guess so?" Namjoon chuckles, "Can I sit there?" Pointing to the corner of the dance studio. The room is actually big enough for a group to practice in.

"Just sit wherever. You won't get in the way anyway." Hoseok puts his phone down, music starts to play. "C'mon, Jiminie. Let's warm-up." 

Jimin loves to dance. It feels like every bone in his body rejoices when he starts to move and go with the flow of the rhythm of any song. 

He can feel his chest explode in excitement and happiness. He can feel his cheeks start to hurt as he looks at Hoseok through the big mirrors. They somehow blended their moves together, just enjoying it. 

It brings Jimin back to when he was younger. Taehyung initially wasn't that big on dancing. He dreaded it whenever Jimin asked him to dance together. He eventually understood Jimin's love for dancing and all he wanted was to support his best friend. They would dance in Taehyung's backyard. His mom would make them sandwiches with a huge smile on her face. 

"Dang, it's been a while." Hoseok breathes heavily, dropping his body on the floor. 

"You still got it." Seokjin comments. He arrived soon after Namjoon did. Both of them were sitting, cheering their friends on while watching them. "Also, Jimin, you're so good at dancing." 

"Just a hobby." He shrugs, "Thanks, hyung." 

"It's really cool to see you dance together. You can form a duo, you know?" Namjoon says with two thumbs up. "Make it big." 

Hoseok waves his hand, "Oh, shut up. I've let go of my professional dancer dreams. I'm just enjoying having this life now." 

Jimin laughs, "I got really nervous just thinking about dancing with Hoseok hyung. It was fun though." 

"You're good, Jiminie. I don't know what you were nervous about. You're flexible as hell." Hoseok says, 

"Oh, Hoseok rarely gives out compliments. That means you've impressed him a lot." Namjoon winks at Jimin. "His teammates would constantly fish for compliments before." 

"The only time he complimented me was when I backbended in front of him in high school. Can't do that anymore though." He shrugs, 

"Dude, you caught me off guard. You literally dropped everything you had on you and just backbended like it was the most normal thing to you. That was a weird compliment. Not an amazed one." It brings laughter to everyone in the room. 

One thing he likes about Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok is they never make him feel left out. They would see to it that Jimin can relate to everything that they say. They tell stories in such a way that Jimin feels like he's with them for a very long time. 

Like they're friends from the very beginning.

***

It was 7 pm when Jimin decided to go home from a very long day. After eating lunch with the guys, he decided to treat himself with new clothes. 

Shopping, yes. He does that once every month. He means it when he says, he has nothing to spend his money with. So once in a while, he treats himself. He also buys things for the other guys when he sees something that suits them. 

Jimin comes out of the cab, grabbing all the things he bought. He also made sure to stock up on his fridge, knowing he won't be able to visit the market sometime this week since they have deadlines to meet. 

"That's weird." He mumbles to himself, his eyes fixated on the house next to his. 

The house is all dark. No lights are turned on. It is weird because usually, the houses near Jimin's would have their lights turned on until 10 pm on a weeknight. Even though the house was unoccupied for years, knowing that someone already lives there and the lights are all turned off, it’s unusual.

"Who freaking sleeps at 7?" He says before pushing his door open. 

*** 

It's one of those days for Jimin. He just can't seem to stay still, and get himself two more hours of sleep. 4 am is too early for Jimin to start his day. He doesn't usually get up before 6. Nothing, in particular, happened that triggered this. He just woke up a little anxious. 

He sighs, "It's too early to call Taehyung." 

He knows Taehyung wouldn't really get mad at him for calling at 4 in the morning but he also has the decency to let his best friend off the hook. He wraps himself in a blanket— the one he always uses whenever he feels lonely. It's his special blanket that Taehyung's mom gave him. He gets up to get himself a glass of milk. He doesn't even bother to warm it up because he's just too lazy to do so. Jimin keeps himself wrapped up with the blanket, holding a glass of milk with his free hand. He goes back to his room, grabbing a book that Namjoon got him for his birthday. No, he didn't get to read it after finishing eight pages of it. 

"Might as well give it a try." He shrugs. He barely even remembers what the last eight pages were about. He goes on, to read, trying to comprehend the words he sees in the book. "Fuck, this won't work." 

One thing Namjoon has taught him is "Go for a walk. It will relax your mind." 

So he wears his jacket on and puts his shoes on. It's definitely still dark outside. At 4:45 am, he leaves his house. Just like he expected, it's still quiet outside. The cold breeze hugs his small figure, making him smile a little. 

This town is always quiet. From the day that Jimin moved in, it's always quiet. It's quiet in a way that it's peaceful. Everyone knows everyone which is nice. But also people know how to mind their own business. It's just a town that heals Jimin. Maybe it has something to do with the people, or the small bridge, or the park. Maybe it has something to do with the sky that has never been ugly or the nights where the stars almost always align. Maybe it's also his students that would always greet him with joy, their innocent smiles lifting up their PE teacher's mood. 

Jimin is not surprised that his feet brought him to the place he always stays at. The small bridge where the sunrise looks ever so pretty. But he is surprised to see someone there before him. 

His brows furrow, taking a step closer, hoping he can see clearer. "Excuse me?" He couldn't help but ask. 

The stranger startles, turning his head to him.

Oh. The new neighbor.

"Uh, hi?" The other awkwardly greets. He unconsciously leans back, making Jimin think he might be uncomfortable with the situation. 

"You just moved in yesterday, right?" Jimin tries to sound polite and approachable. 

"Yeah, I did." The man scratches his head, slowly tucking his hair behind his ear. "You live next to mine." 

Jimin chuckles in surprise. He keeps his hand inside the pockets of his jacket. "I'm quite shocked you recognize me." 

"You have a unique face, I must say." The stranger faces Jimin, "I'm Yoongi. Sorry for kinda ignoring you yesterday." 

Jimin extends his hand, shaking Yoongi's gloved hand. "Jimin. And it's totally fine. I understand you might have felt anxious moving into a totally unfamiliar place." 

That's a lie. Jimin actually thought that was a rude move. 

"It's just. I want something new but I wasn’t exactly prepared to make friends." Yoongi says, turning his head back to the view. The sun is starting to show up, making everything orange. It's starting to feel warm too. “This town is the perfect place for that.”

It's comforting. 

"That's what I said when I moved in—something new, I mean," Jimin murmurs lightly. He scrunches his nose, "You'll miss the noise of the city eventually." 

"But will I miss it enough to drive back to Seoul?" The black-haired man asks, eyes fixated on the horizon. 

Jimin turns to him, "Seoul will never be better than this."

As the day gets brighter, Jimin also gets to see better. He gets to see how the highest points of his neighbor's face get highlighted by the sun. 

He's handsome. 

"How long have you been living here?" It's nice that it's not only Jimin who's carrying the conversation. Yoongi is trying, Jimin can tell. 

Jimin leans, his elbows resting on the wooden railings of the bridge. "Three years? To say the least. I haven’t tracked the time." 

"That's long enough for you to be familiar with this place." 

The smaller one chuckles, "I just know some places. This is one. This very bridge. I discovered it in my second week." 

"I found it on my second day." Yoongi shrugs, jokingly sounding smug.

Jimin laughs along until it fades into the air. 

"Do you often come here to watch the sunrise?" The other asks softly, eyes avoiding any more eye contact with the younger individual. They do set a decent amount of space in between each other, just enough for them to hear each other while birds start to chirp and leaves start to dance in trees.

The younger hums, "Whenever I need to get my head cleared. Also, whenever I want to." 

"That's nice, I guess?" Yoongi responds, clearly quite unsure of what to say. “Having a place to run to when things get tough.”

Jimin then tries to change the subject. He pushes himself away from the railing, turning toward his new neighbor's direction. "Are you hungry?" 

It can be seen how Yoongi's face suddenly turned confused. He's about to refuse when—

"You know what, yes. It's almost 6 am. Breakfast is a must on Mondays." Then Jimin just easily grabs Yoongi by his elbow. "Follow me, I know a great place to eat." 

"I—" Yoongi realizes he can't do anything about it anymore. Jimin is walking almost too fast for him to catch up. If it weren't for Jimin grabbing his elbow, he's gonna be at least thirteen steps behind. 

Jimin doesn't talk much on the way. He just feels a little relaxed. More relaxed than earlier. He almost seems to forget that he didn't get to sleep well, worrying about something he cannot even describe. 

The streets are starting to become lively. Jimin smiles at the young teenage boy riding his bicycle. He recognizes him as the kid delivering milk to almost everyone in the neighborhood. The small store owner also waves at him, "Good morning, Jimin-ah!" 

"Ajumma! I'll visit later on my way back." Jimin responds quickly, also with a wave. 

Yoongi purses his lips, "Does everyone know everyone in this town?" 

"Kind of? But I'm certain everyone knows everyone in this neighborhood. You see how the houses are almost wall to wall?" Jimin replies. He let go of Yoongi just a while ago. "Your landlord? He's my friend." 

"A close friend?" 

"Yeah, he's also my landlord though. Their family owns almost half of the land in our neighborhood." Jimin pulls Yoongi aside after noticing the puddle of water he almost stepped into. "Careful." 

Yoongi utters a small thanks, "It's an interesting coincidence. We live next to each other." 

"Ah, yeah. I was quite shocked when Seokjin hyung told me someone will be moving in. Ever since I got here, that house has been empty." Jimin's face lights up as he sees the bookstore. He's just a minute away from Hoseok's diner. 

The other just nods silently, "He mentioned that to me. The house is pretty great. When I saw it, I knew I should get it." 

"I hope you don't mind but I got to take a quick tour the night before you moved in. Seokjin hyung asked for help to thoroughly check the entire house." Jimin opens the door, holding it open for Yoongi. "The back area of your house. I think that's the best part of it all." 

Yoongi is clearly puzzled but it's all gone when Jimin grabs his arm again, dragging him to the table near the window. There's also a young man following them. Must be a server or something.

"This is the best spot." Jimin whispers, winking. He then faces the guy with a colorful apron. "Hey, Beomgyu. You're on the morning shift today?" 

"Yes, hyung. Taehyun asked if I could cover for him today. He's just feeling a little under the weather today." Beomgyu flashes a sweet smile, "What should I get for you today?" 

Beomgyu looks a little lost, seeing an unfamiliar man going to dine with Jimin. It doesn't surprise Jimin anymore because when he first moved into town, people also used to look at him that way. 

At the same time, Yoongi is searching through the menu. "I'm uh, what are you going to get, Jimin-ssi?" 

Jimin breathes out. It's quite a struggle to pick right now. He doesn't exactly know what he wants. It takes him a while to say, "I'd get eggs and waffles. Also, hot choco." 

Jimin looks up at Yoongi, "Have you decided on what to get?" 

"I was thinking of getting the same thing as you." Yoongi gives a tight smile to Jimin before facing Beomgyu. "I'll get the same but instead of hot choco, I'll have brewed coffee." 

Beomgyu is quick to nod, taking down their orders on a small notepad. "Two servings of eggs and waffles, one hot choco, and one brewed coffee. Your orders will be out in less than ten minutes. In the meantime, I'll get you guys some water." 

"Sounds good. Thanks, kiddo." Jimin pats his arm before letting him walk away from their table.

"You know the server." Yoongi points out. "I'm sorry it just baffles me how all of you are friends. I mean, Seoul is way far from this." 

"He's been working here for almost a year. His friends work here too so I also know them. I'm best friends with the owner so we usually dine here for breakfast or late dinner." Jimin explains the situation briefly. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be friends with most of the guys here once you get to know them. They're all sweet." 

"I'm looking forward to it, I guess." Yoongi smiles at him, a nervous one. Jimin understands that. It’s never easy to make friends, especially when you’re the new guy. 

Their breakfast is served quickly. Jimin surely enjoyed Yoongi's company even though there was a little awkwardness because of the unfamiliarity they have with each other. Yoongi is not hard to entertain honestly. He looks interested in anything Jimin talks about. 

"Thank you for the treat." Yoongi says shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I owe you one." 

Jimin calmly waves his hand, "No, just think of it as a welcoming gift. Thank you for keeping me company." 

"Thank you for showing me around too." 

Jimin's brows shoot up in realization. "Oh, you surely didn't get to roam around the town, right? Just tell me if you want to go somewhere. I'll keep you company." 

Yoongi furrows, "That's too much bother for you. I'm gonna be fine." 

"Don't be silly! Just consider me as your neighbor friend. Unless I make you uncomfortable, I'll be out of your hair." Jimin keeps a smile on his face. They're both standing outside their houses, just a few inches away from each other. 

"Fine, then. I'll see you around, neighbor friend." Yoongi smiles back at him, slowly taking a few steps back. 

"See you, Yoongi-ssi." Jimin waves his hand. As soon as he opens his gate, he looks back and waves again. Yoongi does the same until Jimin decides to go inside his house already. 

He runs to his room to get his phone before coming down again to the kitchen.

[to: Hobi hyung]

met him already XD

he's nice

[from: Hobi hyung]

heard you ate at my diner?

JAIL you didn't text me ahead of time

[to: Hobi hyung]

LOL it was unplanned

just saw him by the bridge 

[from: Hobi hyung]

are you having trouble sleeping again?

[to: Hobi hyung]

idk. i just woke up really early today.

nothing serious, i guess

[from: Hobi hyung]

okk. text me if you need anything

also, don't gatekeep him next time.

[to: Hobi hyung]

he's handsome, yknow

just saying

[from: Hobi hyung]

is he your type?

[to: Hobi hyung]

well… not like i'm open to dating or anything

[from: Hobi hyung]

pfft… 

Jimin chuckles, putting his phone on the kitchen counter. He prepares his water and snack that he'll be bringing to school with him for the day. 

As he walks around his kitchen, he remembers the piece of tissue paper Yoongi handed him earlier. 

09********* - your neighbor, min yoongi

He quickly saves his number.

[to: neighbor friend]

hi

it's your neighbor friend

[from: neighbor friend]

hey

thanks again for today :)

And Jimin finds it odd that he's also smiling over a mere thank you text message.

Chapter Text

Jimin fixes himself again, checking if there are any creases in his shirt. Or his hair must be out of place. He rubs his hand against his black trousers before pushing the yellow button of his neighbor's doorbell. He hears the buzz from outside and not even a minute later, Yoongi comes out of the door.

"Hey, neighbor friend! Good morning!" Jimin greets excitedly, waving.

Yoongi then smiles, giving a small wave before running to open the gate of his home. "You're here early. Aren't you?" 

The younger one just chuckles, stepping in as soon as Yoongi holds the gate open for him. "Says you who's clearly all dressed up already."

Yoongi chuckles lightly, "I just didn't want to be late for this tour. Shall we go now? I'm just going to get my phone and wallet." 

"Mhm! Let's catch some breakfast before we start the tour." Jimin pushes Yoongi lightly to encourage him to move, "Go, get your stuff now." 

The entire week Jimin was busy with school. He didn't get to take Yoongi around the town just as he promised. 

"I'm sorry we didn't get to do this earlier." Jimin apologizes. He thanks the heavens for a moment because the weather is just the most beautiful it has ever been. "Just got caught up with work. My students were a lot to handle." 

"You're a teacher?" Yoongi asks, quite shocked. "Wow, that's amazing." 

"A PE teacher to be exact." Jimin scrunches his nose, "It's fun." 

"So, do you teach kids?" The elder looks at him for a second, focusing on their way after. 

Jimin hums, "3rd graders. Adorable little kids." 

Yoongi's face is painted with a smile, "Yeah, that sounds fun yet really tiring. How do you manage to keep them on their best behavior all the time?" 

"Kids like to have fun. Instead of restricting them from doing fun things, I just join them. They're not hard to handle unlike what most adults make them seem to be. I mean, they do test my patience at times." Jimin says, earning a small laugh from Yoongi. "But the key is just to have fun. Of course with caution because once someone gets hurt, it's not fun anymore." 

"So you're basically saying, just be a kid with them?" Yoongi tries to comprehend, "Is that what you're saying?" 

"Kind of?" Jimin shrugs, "I’ve read from somewhere that in order for kids to listen to you, you have to match their energy. It does work and it's fun to play kid sometimes. Therapeutic if you ask me." 

"Must be. I see you're a big fan of kids, unlike me." 

They walk past the bridge. It looks slightly different from the last time because of the skies. The clouds have covered almost every field below. 

"You see, I don't understand these kids' slander I'm getting from people. What's not to be liked about them?" Jimin makes big movements of slight frustration, his lips forming into a pout and brows frowned. 

"I don't know. You said it yourself, they test your patience at times." Yoongi says like he has a point. He pushes the door open for Jimin. And it's like he understood, they both approached the booth they sat on last Monday morning. 

Jimin sits on the opposite side of the table, squinting his eyes. "Why? Don't adults get on your nerves at times?"

Yoongi's mouth drops open as he realizes that Jimin has a point. He then closes his mouth, nodding. "Alright, I won't argue with that anymore. Kids are adorable." He says, clearly without meaning any of that.

The other just rolls his eyes, chuckling. Normally, he would get pissed at any kid hater he'd encounter but Yoongi handled their conversation well. 

"I hope you don't mind but Seokjin hyung and the other guys are probably going to join us for breakfast." Jimin leans on his chair, "If you're not comfortable, we can just ditch them." 

"It's alright with me. It would be nice to know people other than you and that lovely kid." He says, pointing at Beomgyu. "He looks like a good kid." 

Jimin nods, "Kinda sly but he's okay. The younger ones are pretty fun to hang out with. You'd realize you're actually getting old because what does slay mean?" 

Yoongi laughs, a little too loud from what Jimin expected of him. "Doesn't that mean you killed it ?" 

"Basically, yeah. How'd you know?" 

The elder shrugs, "Younger brother from home." 

Interesting. But Jimin doesn't want to pry any further. There's a side of him that wants to know more about Yoongi but at the same time, it's fast. He's afraid he might scare off his neighbor for asking too many questions or saying too much. 

He straightens his back as he notices three familiar figures by the door. It's just the usual. He wants to raise his hand and wave but it looks like the three older men are discussing something.

"My friends are here, Yoongi ssi. I'd give you a heads up, they're a little too much for first meetings." Because that's exactly what he would have wanted to hear the first time the four of them got together. He wasn't prepared at all. 

"How many times have I told you? Just call when you need help." The two overhear as the three come closer to their table. 

"I know, I'm sorry." Hoseok says, his brows already knitted together. He quickly changes his mood when his eyes meet Jimin's, "Oh, Jiminie." 

Jimin side-eyes Yoongi first before standing up to greet Hoseok with a hug. "Hey, you look upset." 

"Well, he got scolded by Namjoon." Seokjin casually says. He then smiles to greet Yoongi, "Yoongi ssi, nice seeing you outside your house." 

Yoongi stands and offers a small bow, "Nice seeing you again, Seokjin ssi." 

Namjoon then takes initiative to extend his hand, "You don't have to introduce yourself anymore. We actually know who you are already. I'm Namjoon and I believe you haven't met Hoseok yet." And Hoseok removes his body from Jimin to shake Yoongi's hand too. 

"Hi," Yoongi shyly says, "Yeah, just for formalities, I guess. I'm Yoongi and I moved into your neighborhood just last week." 

Jimin claps his hand lightly, "Alright, let's take our seats. Beomgyu is waiting to take our orders." 

The five of them choose their food quietly before calling Beomgyu to take their orders. It started out a little awkward but it's not really uncomfortable. 

"So uhh, Yoongi ssi, what do you do? If you don't mind me asking." Namjoon asks. He sits by the head of the table, making all of them turn their heads to him. 

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, "I'm a veterinarian." 

Silence. Jimin is in literal shock. He just realized that he never got to ask Yoongi about his job. It's not like he's entitled to know but it's somehow a way to learn things about a person you want to be friends with. 

"Wow, that's— okay. I'm surprised." Seokjin comments. He takes a quick sip of his coffee, "Do you own a clinic or something?" 

Yoongi shakes his head lightly. "It's a long story but I was working at this clinic in Seoul. I left because of some issues in the clinic."

Hoseok scoots closer to Seokjin, making it more possible for him to hear Yoongi. "Do you plan on opening a clinic here though?" 

It's clear how Yoongi is quite stunned. His eyes automatically land on Jimin, 

Jimin straightens his back and his head turns to Hoseok. "Hyung, he hasn't even settled everything yet. Let's let him enjoy the peace of this town." 

Hoseok pouts, "I was just asking." 

Seokjin reaches for Hoseok's face, squeezing his cheek lightly. "Mhm, you're acting cute again. Do you want anything else?" 

But Yoongi suddenly asks something that Jimin was never prepared for.

"How long have you two been married?" He asks with a smile and his eyes focused on Seokjin and…

Hoseok.

Namjoon lets out a low cough. Seokjin is caught off guard. Hoseok's eyes are almost about to pop off their sockets.

Jimin chuckles nervously, shaking Yoongi's leg. The younger one scratches his head before leaning in to whisper, "Jin hyung's husband isn't Hoseok hyung." 

Then in slow motion, Yoongi turns to see Namjoon, clearly showing off his wedding band while drinking his morning coffee. And Yoongi's eyes turn wide. His first instinct is to lower his head and apologize to the three of them. 

"I'm so sorry. I didn't— Gosh, I'm sorry." 

But instead of getting mad or being offended, Namjoon laughs. His dimples show pretty quickly, "It's totally fine. I kinda guessed you would think they're husbands. Some people mistook Hoseok as my husband too." 

"... And that's fine with you? All of you?" Yoongi asks, dumbfounded. 

Jimin internally laughs because of how confused Yoongi looks. He was once like him.

Seokjin nods, reaching for Namjoon's hand and holding it intimately. "Hoseok is our best friend. We love him equally so there's really nothing to worry about." 

Hoseok learns to laugh it out too. "One reason why it's fine is that I don't have a partner of my own." 

Still weird.

***

"This is our last stop." Jimin says, "This is my favorite among all the places we've been today." 

They're standing by the gate of the big field. It somehow became a tourist attraction as the years went by. Jimin remembers Namjoon telling him about this place a month after he moved in.

"A flower field?" Yoongi asks and it's not even in a shameful way. He asks with anticipation. 

Jimin nods, "We should head in while the sun is still out." 

The flower field gives Jimin a sense of comfort. Their beauty just amazes him all the time. 

As they walk in, there's a garden beautifully designed to welcome the guests. There's a pathway, and flowers hanging from its room. It's just so beautiful. 

"This place is amazing," Yoongi whispers, loud enough for Jimin to hear.

Jimin slips his hands inside his pockets, smiling. "There's this cafe inside. It's overlooking so you can see the entire garden as well as the flower field." 

Yoongi doesn't need to be told twice. He closely follows Jimin's track, afraid that he might easily get lost in the beauty of the place. Although he knows quite well Jimin won't be moving an inch without him, it just feels great to have the younger around.

Just a three-minute walk and they arrive at the hanging cafe inside the garden. It's all made with wood and glass, very classy and very much like Yoongi's taste. 

Yoongi is speechless. 

Jimin beside him smiles at the sight of the open field. He takes his time to appreciate the beauty of the flowers well aligned, their colors just vibrant as the day. 

It never gets old.

"This place screams healing." Yoongi softly starts, "Much like a badly needed hug." 

"I've read somewhere that flowers help humans to feel less depressed. They boost a sense of comfort for us. You don't even have to love flowers. It comes naturally, you know?" Jimin says. He sighs, eyes still locked on the field. "They say it's even more effective when you receive them from someone important." 

"In that case, it's actually the thought that counts." Yoongi replies, "Should we take a photo together?" 

Jimin easily breaks into a smile, "Sure would love that." 

Yoongi looks around just to see everyone busy with their own thing. He intended to ask someone to take their photo but it would really be too much of a bother to ask a stranger to do it for them.  

"Hyung, come. Let's just take it by ourselves. Stand close to me, get ready to smile." Jimin grabs Yoongi's elbow and makes him stand close to him. They're more or less 10 feet above the ground by the wooden railings of the café. Jimin puts his phone up, the back part facing them. 

In all honesty, Yoongi is confused. 

After a few clicks as Jimin checks their photos, Yoongi says, "People use their back camera for selfies?" He genuinely sounded confused. 

The younger one just laughs softly while nodding. "Kids nowadays do. You gotta keep up with the trend, you know?" 

"Stop saying I'm a boomer. Let me see the photos." Yoongi says, rolling his eyes a little.

"I never called you a boomer. I was saying you're pretty outdated with the trends." Jimin hands Yoongi the phone, "Look, they turned out so great. Except your smile is lacking." 

"My smile is cute." The elder mumbles. "I didn't expect the field to be so visible on this. Wow." 

"Well, we owe it to the present time technology. This 0.5 lens feature is just life-changing." Jimin comes closer. A little too close that he unconsciously leans his weight on Yoongi. 

It oddly feels nice. 

Suddenly Jimin's phone rings, Seokjin's caller ID appears on his screen. He mumbles "wait a minute" to Yoongi before sliding his thumb to answer the call. Yoongi and Jimin both move away from each other, giving a decent space between them. The elder one glances over to check on the younger one until he decides to walk towards the railing of the café. 

"Right now, hyung?" Jimin's voice is a little shocked but there's no sense of urgency in it. "No, this is our last stop. Of course, I was planning on taking him to dinner." 

Yoongi can feel Jimin moving a little closer to him. He turns to check on him and their eyes meet. Jimin moves his brows just to let Yoongi know everything's fine. 

Jimin laughs, "Alright, I'll tell him. See you in a while. Mhm, love you." 

Jimin just lets out a soft sigh, pocketing his phone. For a second, he thinks staring at Yoongi's back while watching over the beautiful view is a good idea. But there's something in him, somewhere at the back of his head tells him to stop. So he pushes himself to take his steps forward, 

"Hey, neighbor friend." He calls for Yoongi's attention. The elder one easily turns around with his brows raised, "I guess this isn't our last stop for today." 

Yoongi frowns, just a tad bit confused. "Do we have anywhere we have to be?" 

Jimin nods, walking until he reaches the wooden railings. "Dinner at the Kim's." 

"The Kim's?" 

"Oh, Jin hyung's, I mean. You know he and Namjoon hyung are both Kim by birth." Jimin says, smiling. "They usually host dinner at their place once every month. Also, a small welcoming party for you. Jin hyung's words." 

Yoongi looks a little conflicted. Jimin can see it by how Yoongi easily avoided eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you sure? Because I clearly remember making a very big mistake of assuming Hoseok is Seokjin's significant other." 

Hearing that relieved Jimin for sure. It just sounds funny to him. "Hey, they're not the type to hold grudges. You're technically correct though. Hoseok hyung is actually their significant other. Their love for that man is unmatched." 

"Are they in a…" Yoongi is somehow doubtful to say it.

"Open relationship?" Jimin asks with a raised brow. "Well, the last time I checked, they're not. But I'll tell you something." 

Yoongi, immersed with the conversation, leans closer to Jimin. "What is it?" Like he's waiting for the juiciest information he can possibly get. 

The younger one chuckles softly before saying, "I can bet a thousand on this. Those two are in love with Hoseok hyung." 

Yoongi straightens his posture up, eyebrows knitted together, and mouth hangs open a little. "You mean like… in love in love?" 

Jimin nods, humming. " In love in love." 

"That's kinda messed up and uhh, confusing." 

"Not at all. I can't blame them though. Hoseok hyung is really something special. He's one of a kind." Jimin heaves a sigh, "I kinda have an idea why he's not dating anyone though." 

"And what is that?" 

Jimin giggles, "It is… a topic we can talk about next time. In the meantime, enjoy yourself and the view because we'll leave in fifteen." He lowered his voice, "We don't want to piss Seokjin hyung off, trust me." 

"You're terrible." Yoongi scrunches his nose, stopping himself from laughing. "Should've dropped the bomb." 

"Bomb's not yet due to explode, sorry." He shrugs, "Should we order coffee?" 

"Will you pay? In exchange for that cliffhanger earlier?" The elder one smiles, a sly one. 

Jimin rolls his eyes, "Fine."

***

"Wait, are you sure they'll like this?" Yoongi stops Jimin from ringing the bell. 

Jimin breathes out, laughing. "Those guys like anything that's served on the table. Also, who doesn’t like a good box of rich chocolate brownies, hm?" 

"Me? It's only my brother who puts his hands all over the brownies served on the dining table during family gatherings." He says very innocently.

"Well, maybe we're also like your brother. C'mon, you don't have to be scared or worried. They invited you so you guys can be friends too." Jimin pats Yoongi's shoulder gently, "You'll be fine." 

Yoongi nods, "Alright." 

Jimin then pushes the doorbell and the door opens up after a few seconds.

"Jiminie, Yoongi, hi!" And they're immediately met by Namjoon and his infamous dimples. "Come in, hyung's just finished cooking. You're right in time." 

"I'm glad! Learned the hard way the last time." Jimin says, walking in to hug Namjoon first. 

"Hey, good evening." Yoongi greets with a smile, the box of brownies still safe on his hands. "Hope you like brownies." 

"As long as that won't make me climb on the roof at 4am, I do." Namjoon says, laughing at his own joke. 

Yoongi, confused, stares at him awkwardly and Jimin just knew he has to save at least one of them from that. He pats Namjoon's shoulder, "Yeah, those jokes aren't it, hyung. Need more practice." 

"Are the guests here? Oh– hi, guys. Come on in." Seokjin smiles at them, his apron hugging his small figure, and a casserole being held by both of his hands. 

"Hobi hyung?" Jimin asks. He glances behind him just to make sure Yoongi is alright. 

Seokjin sighs, "He bought some drinks. He said what's a welcoming party without the party. " 

"Uh, that's pretty brave of him." Jimin chuckles. "Anyway, Yoongi bought some brownies for dessert." 

"Oh, wow! Thank you. I didn't have time to make us dessert so this is well appreciated, Yoongi ssi "

"Well, thank you for inviting me, really. I'm touched." Yoongi shyly says.

"Jimin-ah, can you help me bring out the food from the kitchen? Couldn't trust Namjoon tonight. He broke one of our spoons." Seokjin makes a face. "He bent it badly." 

Yoongi definitely stopped his urge to let out a soft chuckle but Jimin on the other hand lets out a laugh, "I'm happy to help." 

Jimin turns to Yoongi, "Just place the brownies on the table. I'll be back." 

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead." 

And as Seokjin and Jimin bring out the last two dishes, they hear the front door open.

"I'm here with the party!" He's holding two bags of plastics. "Let's drink this night away!" 

"Yeah, after dinner, Seokie." Namjoon smiles at him, taking the plastic bags from his hands. "Sit down. Hyung refuses to eat without you." 

Just by looking at the amount of alcoholic drinks Hoseok bought, Jimin knew it would be a very long night.

***

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

That's all Jimin has to say as he stares at the unfamiliar room, cold and completely naked next to

Yoongi, his neighbor friend.

Chapter Text

"I just love you guys so so much. Deeply." Hoseok says, eyes too droopy to even keep them open. 

"Is he still fine?" Yoongi whispers to Jimin. "Does he throw up?" 

Jimin is shaking, laughing silently. "I've never seen him throw up but he's certainly not fine anymore. He's always the first one to crash." 

It's when he's staring at the ceiling that pushes Seokjin to stand and attend to Hoseok. "I think he's reached his limits." 

"Clearly." Jimin nods, "Will you bring him up or should we take him home?" 

"I think he'll stay. I'm pretty sure he'll be needing a nice bowl of hangover soup when he wakes up." Seokjin says. He crouches to wrap Hoseok's arm over his shoulder, "C'mon, love. You gotta pull yourself together and help me walk you up the stairs. You think you can do that?" 

"Hyung, I'll help you on the stairs." Jimin also stands, ready to assist on Hoseok's other side but Namjoon shows up just in time. Among all of them, Namjoon only drank a glass, maybe two. So he's not drunk at all. After dinner, he decided to play with Moni in the living room only coming back when Seokjin called him over. 

"I'll just carry him, babe." He says to Jin. 

"Are you sure? You won't drop him?" Seokjin asks, a little too worried. 

Namjoon scoffs, "It's Hoseok. How can I drop Hoseok ?" 

"Right. But I'll go up with you guys. Moni might jump over you and we need to change Seok’s clothes." Namjoon nods at him in agreement. He turns to Jimin and Yoongi, "You guys should continue drinking. We'll just tuck Hoseok to bed and come back." 

"Go ahead, we're good here." Yoongi smiles,

Jimin hums, "Or you guys can just sleep and leave these here for us to enjoy ourselves." 

"Greedy, Jiminie." Namjoon comments. He easily carries Hoseok, one hand tucked just on Hoseok's armpit and the other behind his knees. "Say your goodnight to Hoseok now." 

"Goodnight, Hobi hyungie. Rest up." Jimin chuckles along with those words. "I'm pretty sure you won't remember anything from tonight." 

Yoongi laughs beside him, "I think he'll regret drinking that much while having a complete stranger around." 

Seokjin pushes Namjoon lightly just to keep him moving, then he turns to Yoongi, "You're not a complete stranger anymore, Yoongi. We'll be seeing each other more. Welcome to our neighborhood." 

"Thanks. Appreciate it a lot." Then he raises a bottle of beer. 

The two of them watch as Namjoon carries Hoseok up the stairs and Seokjin literally supporting Namjoon's back and Hoseok's head. Moni follows them to the stairs, the smart dog maintaining distance from them.

"Yeah, you're right." 

Jimin frowns, "Excuse me?" 

Yoongi moves his chair a little just so he's facing Jimin. They're both red for sure. Jimin's cheeks are pinkier than they used to be. His eyes are also a little glassy, and quite tired. Yoongi exhales, "I mean about them. They both do love Hoseok an equal but quite an extravagant amount." 

"Some days I find it weird but most days cute. I mean, Hoseok hyung is surely well-loved and that's what he deserves, you know. I just can't help but wonder…" Jimin heaves a heavy sigh. He picks up the bottle of soju, pours his glass some, and drinks it as quickly as possible. 

"If he's gonna have someone of his own?" Yoongi takes a wild guess which somehow feels like overstepping boundaries. "I'm sorry, I actually have no right to talk about them." 

Jimin clicks his tongue, followed by a light laugh. He dismisses the subject smoothly and politely, "So, what really made you move here?" 

Yoongi raises both of his eyebrows, quite shocked but amused. "I told you, new life." 

"That's just a dumb excuse to cover up the trauma of your past life, you know? Because trust me, I know." Jimin shrugs, "But okay, I'll take that." 

"Do you have any pets?" Yoongi asks, quite random but who cares? No one. They're just two drunk guys at their friends' dining table getting to know each other. 

Jimin scrunches his nose, nodding. He pouts while making a sad noise, "Yeah, back in Seoul." 

"Oh, in Seoul?" 

"Yeah, his name is Yeontan. He's not really mine. My best friend's but we used to live together so technically, Yeontan's my dog too." Jimin takes his phone out, "Here, Taetae sent me a video of him yesterday. Look at him running." 

Yoongi moves his chair closer to Jimin, feeling a little light-headed as Jimin's sweet perfume mixed with the scent of alcohol. "Yeah, let me see. Oh, he's such a cutie. He’s so much smaller than Moni." 

"He is. I miss him a lot, really." Jimin puts his phone down, shoulders slouching as he breathes out. "Him and Taehyung." 

"Moving here. I won't ask much but was it the best choice to make?" Yoongi asks. It's clear in his voice that he doesn't want to invade Jimin's privacy in any way. It's a question that is somehow helpful for his being. 

Jimin nods, closing his eyes. He smiles. It's not a big one but it's a smile of relief. "It was. It did hurt but moving here was and will always be worth it." 

"Good because I really don't have anywhere else to go. I can't have my neighbor friend disappear before my eyes." Yoongi jokes out, making Jimin break out in laughter. 

After three more bottles of soju, they both decided to walk on their way home. For someone who is almost dead drunk, Jimin tries his hardest not to stumble on any pebbles on the street that would make him faceplant on the ground. Namjoon and Seokjin never went down so Jimin decided just to send them a message. 

[to: Seokjin hyung]

home tnx

***

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

That's all Jimin has to say as he stares at the unfamiliar room, cold and completely naked next to

Yoongi, his neighbor friend.

He tries to recall everything from Seokjin's house to however he ends up in Yoongi's bed. 

Soju. Laughs. Late night walk. 

That's just it. 

He looks around, even more, mortified as he sees his clothes scattered all over the room. He wants to scream but he knows better than to do that. He does not want the entire neighborhood to know what happened… that he slept with Yoongi.

Jimin does collect all the courage to peek under the blanket and there, he confirms he is extremely naked… so as Yoongi. 

This is so stupid. He tells himself. Repeatedly.

As he looks at the clock beside him, it's still early in the morning. Just minutes after the sun has risen. He carefully yet hastily gets up from the bed and puts his clothes on. 

He needs to leave because he can't handle a confrontation at the moment. He's too confused and dazed and shocked. This is too sudden and unexpected.

Before Yoongi can even feel the movements around him, Jimin is already out of his house and about to go inside his own home. That's where Jimin lets himself scream in embarrassment and mortification. 

"This can't be fucking happening right now. No fucking way." He tells himself repeatedly. "What the fuck, Park Jimin. What the actual fuck." 

***

"Okay, just back it up a little. Did you just say you hooked up with your neighbor?" Taehyung almost yells into his earphone's mic. "Fuck, what?!" 

Jimin sighs, still extremely conflicted about everything. He feels like crying because he knows. This is fucked up. 

"Tae, I can't even remember anything." Jimin washes his hand over his face. "I can still remember the part where we left the Kims’ house and walked home together but how did I end up in his bed naked? No recollection at all." 

"Wait, how did you know for sure you two hooked up though?" Taehyung asks, face a little confused through the screen. 

The elder one scratches his head, doing every move in uneasiness. "The lube up in my ass." 

"And I was kinda limping on my way home." 

"Oh, you sure as hell got pretty fucked last night, bestie. I'm proud." Taehyung snaps his fingers, acting all sassy about it. 

Jimin exhales loudly, "Taehyung, focus! That's not the point, okay? The point here is, I'm not sure if he remembers anything or- or if he knew what we were doing. I don't fucking know how to talk to him about this." 

Taehyung raises both his hands up sort of like surrendering. "Okay, focusing. Just ask him, maybe?" 

"Yeah, right. Ask him." Jimin rolls his eyes before yelling, "He's someone I knew for a little over a week! I'm his tour guide." 

"Neighbor friend." His best friend corrects him, "You guys were building a friendship. From what I'm hearing from you about him, he seems nice. And rational." 

Jimin frowns. He brings his feet up, hugging his knees. "I'm nice and rational too." 

"Okay, I'm just saying. Maybe all of your questions and confusion will get cleared up if you just talk to him. You're the one who said you were drunk and didn't know how you got there. I wasn't with you. It's Yoongi who was with you last night. Maybe he knows. And between him and I, he has the answers to your questions." Taehyung finally gets serious, "You know that you also live next to each other, right? You can't run away from him. I'm pretty sure you'll bump into each other the moment you step out of your house." 

"That's also my problem. I want to go to Hoseok hyung but how can I? This is so stupid, Tae. I shouldn't have drunk that much." He groans, thrashing his feet down on the floor. “Or better yet I should have not drunk at all. I should never drink again. I’m jotting that down. Never. Drink. Again.”

Taehyung laughs at him. Of course, he would. "You'll go to Hoseok hyung and what? Talk to him about it? Will he even resolve that dilemma of yours? I told you, Yoongi is the one you should be talking to." 

Jimin inhales deeply, literally massaging the sides of his forehead. He stares right into Taehyung and says, "Sometimes I hate it when you're the one talking sense." 

The other smirks, shrugging. "You're the one who told me I had some growing up to do. Which you're kinda right about."

"So hey, tell me about you now. I'm done talking." Jimin stands to grab a bag of chips behind him and comes back right after. He plops his butt heavily on the chair. His body is pretty tired. Also, Jimin expects Taehyung to talk in full detail and Taehyung usually has the most fun and interesting stories. Maybe it has something to do with Taehyung living in the city and him living in a relatively small town. There’s usually nothing new. Yep, not until Yoongi came to Namwon.

"Well, I'm not dating anyone, you know that." Taehyung starts calmy until he flares his nose. 

"Alright, so I'm guessing you're mad at something right now." 

"It's a someone , Chim. And I for real don't want to see him again." Then he crosses his arms like a little kid. 

Jimin is laughing, his cheeks hurt from smiling and giggling. Taehyung always looks adorable when sulking or being pissed at something. His eyebrows always meet and he stares badly. "Okay, so what did this guy do to my baby?" 

Taehyung rolls his eyes pretty intensely. "You know I've always wanted that jacket from the store downstairs, right? I've told you about it." 

Jimin hums, "But you find it a little too expensive for a jacket. You told me about that too." 

"Yeah, anyways… I had my money ready. I was ready to pay for it. After almost a month of coming in and out of that store, I was ready to go home with that jacket safely tucked inside a fancy paper bag." He talks about it dreamily, his eyes sparkle while imagining those things to happen. Then his eyes turn dark,

And Jimin already knows where this is going.

"And that ass, cold-hearted, jerk took it from me." Taehyung's nose flares even more, his nostrils enlarging as he breathes in and out. "Jimin! I was gonna pay for it, okay? Why did he have to take it?" 

Jimin bites his lip, closing his eyes as he listens to Taehyung. The chips aren't helping to calm himself down or stop himself from snorting loudly. He opens his eyes, scratching the side of his nose. "Well, maybe because he was also going to pay for it." 

"Why did we have to be the same size? That was the last stock." He says like all hope and joy are extracted from his body, throwing it along the strong waves of the ocean. "And the other colors suck." 

"Well, can we buy it online? Maybe we can look for it?" Jimin asks sweetly because he doesn't want to upset his best friend even more. He still does think the jacket doesn't deserve all this frustration. 

The other pouts, shaking his head. "I tried to look for it too. Sold out." 

Jimin sighs, "Alright, we'll figure something out, okay? I'm gonna ask Hoseok hyung about it. Send me a photo of the jacket so I can show him, hm?" 

Taehyung nods, "Thank you, Chim. I miss you." 

The elder one finds it sweet and touching. He really wants to see his best friend soon. "Anytime, my love. I miss you too a lot." 

This was one of the things Jimin had to sacrifice in order to open a new chapter of his life. He needed to leave Taehyung to finally get the peace and rest he has always wanted and the healing he deserves. 

"I love you." 

***

Jimin quickly opens the door as soon as the doorbell rings. 

"Hyung," He sounds so relieved as he sees Hoseok by the door.

"I rushed in here as soon as I got your message. What happened? Are you alright?" Hoseok closes the door behind him and goes straight to sit comfortably on the couch. He clearly looks like he rushed out from Seokjin and Namjoon's house because his hair is a crazy mess and his clothes are surely from them too. Jimin recognizes the blue sweater Hoseok is wearing. 

Jimin nods, "I'm fine, don't worry. I just— I'm just caught in this dilemma." 

Hoseok raises a brow, "What kind of dilemma?" 

"I really just am collecting ideas and opinions from people. I just talked to Taehyung about it and honestly, I just remembered that jacket he was talking about which we also need to discuss later. But I really am losing my mind right now because I don't know what to do and I can't keep on avoiding him if he lives next to my house." Jimin says nonstop that Hoseok feels a little light-headed as he tries to process every word his friend just said. 

"Is this about Yoongi? Alright, maybe I can help you if you just speak a little more coherently so I can have a better understanding of your dilemma. " Hoseok suggests.

Jimin takes a strong gulp, feeling dehydrated and stressed.

"C'mon, Jimin. Just say it." 

With his eyes shut tight, hands forming into fists, Jimin finally says, "IsleptwithYoongi." 

There's a loud silence filling in the entire house for a good twenty seconds. It’s loud enough that Jimin starts to hear ringing in his ears. He carefully opens his eyes one at a time as he checks Hoseok's reaction. The man is stunned. He is the literal definition of stunned . 

Hoseok blinks and Jimin is sure he can hear the movements of his eyes. "Can you repeat that again? Maybe a little slower this time. I just… I just want to make sure I heard that—"

"I slept with Yoongi." 

"—right." 

Jimin drops his shoulders, "Hyung, don't make me say it for the third time. I really can't handle the anxiety and stress this is giving me right now. Help me." 

"Yeah, yeah," Hoseok ruffles his hair, "I heard you. Just give me a few seconds to process that. Or maybe a minute." 

The younger one grabs the blanket he always keeps on his couch and wraps himself with it while waiting for Hoseok to utter another word. The elder one is starting to have a hold of the idea that Jimin slept with Yoongi. 

"Okay," Hoseok sits straight, his body facing Jimin completely. "How– how did it happen?" 

Jimin shrugs, shaking his head. "I just woke up in his bed and my ass almost leaked from too much lube. I don't even remember going inside his house with him." 

"Uh, from that information, then you really did hook up with him. There was evidence. Did you talk to him about it?" Hoseok asks,

"No, not yet. I’m avoiding him and I’m hiding. And I'm not sure if I plan to talk to him, actually. It's just so awkward and I'm scared." 

The elder rests his head on the backrest of the couch, sighing. "But it'll be more awkward if you just keep on avoiding him. You two were getting along quite well. He's comfortable with you and I can say it goes the same for you too." 

"How will I approach him? Do I just show up in his house?" Jimin groans in utter frustration, "Fuck, this is so hard." 

This kind of thing wasn't so hard for him back in Seoul. But of course, it's different now that in their town, everyone knows everyone.

"Send him a text first, maybe?" 

But as soon as Hoseok says those words, Jimin's phone buzzes. 

"Or maybe you don't need to anymore. Who's that?" 

Jimin slowly grabs his phone to check, "It's him." 

[from: neighbor friend]

hey

can we talk?

***

Jimin internally thanked the gods that they were meeting outside of either of their homes. He just can't handle being reminded of it over and over again. He knows it was a mistake. 

"Hey," Yoongi calls for his attention. He is holding two cups of what Jimin presumes to be coffee. "Coffee? Actually, hot choco?" 

He remembers. "You remembered," Jimin says, taking the cup Yoongi's offering. "Thanks."

"Well, it was hard to forget. You ordered just that yesterday." Yoongi chuckles. "But I've noted that already. You're more of a hot choco type of guy." 

It's just like the first time they've talked to each other— on the bridge. Though, this time, it's not sunrise. It's in the middle of the day and the sun is out completely. The sky is clear. 

"Listen, I." Yoongi starts. He finds it hard to look into Jimin's eyes so he settles his eyes on his own cup of drink. "This is so awkward and weird but I think we need to clear up what happened last night." 

Before responding to Yoongi's message, he already knows what it was going to be about. So he tried to calm himself down a little. He doesn't want to act too affected in front of Yoongi anyway. "Yes, I think we actually do." 

"Do you remember anything?" Jimin shakes his head in response, "When we got home, separately. You seem to have forgotten your code. So I offered to let you in because I can't just leave you outside when it's cold as ice. And how did we end up in bed? I don't remember much of it." 

"But what do you remember from it?" Jimin asks, 

"You uhh, you kissed me first and that's how it started." 

Jimin's eyes widened. He's sure as hell he's red right now. He started it. He basically threw himself to Yoongi.

"Yeah, y–" He breathes heavily, "You're ri-right. Last night was– is a big mistake. " 

Oh, God, He’s stuttering like crazy. The idea of him initiating it makes him sick to his stomach. It is fucking embarrassing.

"Just so you know, I won't put all the blame on you. It's partly my fault too for allowing it to happen. I was drunk but I wasn't as drunk as you. I just— I also don't want you to think I took advantage of you because no. I really didn't. I woke up and just. I really felt and still feel like shit." 

Jimin nods. It's a relief for him to hear those things. He smiles a little, patting Yoongi's shoulder. "It's fine. It's alright now. We just needed to clear things up. I'm sorry for kissing you, throwing myself at you, and uh, running off this morning." 

"You ran off quietly. You also left this." He says while reaching down his pocket, "It's your necklace." 

The younger one gasps, quickly feeling his neck. He can't believe he didn't notice. It's like he got too busy worrying about their drunken one-night stand that he didn't notice that one thing that matters more. He takes the necklace from Yoongi, thanking him quietly. He keeps it in his pocket to save himself from another minute of awkwardness that Yoongi has to wait for him to successfully wear the necklace.

"So uh, you're still my friend, right?" Yoongi asks with an awkward laugh. He rubs the back of his neck, a habit of his. 

Jimin nods, raising the cup of hot choco that Yoongi got him. "Yeah, neighbor friend." 

Maybe for once, Jimin should not worry too much.

Chapter Text

"You know I hate school breaks." Jimin exhales, stopping midway of mixing the cheesecake custard. 

Hoseok raises a brow, somehow judging Jimin, "Didn't you dread for this moment to come though?" 

"I did. I get more sleep now but like—" He sighs again, "I miss the kids." 

"Just to make yourself feel better, Namjoon has been talking about the same thing for the past week. Also, can you go back to mixing that custard?" Seokjin butts in. He's busy with the cookies. He's been trying to perfect it for over a month and who gets the cookies he's been baking? Yeah, Jimin and Hoseok. Of course, his husband too. Don't get Jimin wrong. He loves receiving baked goodies from Seokjin but honestly, he can't even finish two pieces of cookies and the elder gives him a whole container of them.

Jimin brings his hand up to salute to Jin, "Sir, yes, sir." 

"Anyway, what are your plans for the next few days? or weeks? Because I'm pretty sure I'll get really bored. I mean, two months of not being in school. That would suck." Jimin does go back to mixing, hating the fact that Seokjin insisted on baking today of all days despite his hand mixer breaking down last week. "Is this good enough?" 

The eldest one takes a peek, "Just a little more. A few more mixes." 

Hoseok glances at Jimin as he tries to bite back a laugh because he knows Jimin's patience is almost at its peak. "The crust is almost ready. I'll take it out of the oven now." 

They love to cook in Seokjin's kitchen. He just has everything that he needs. His kitchen is also very spacious which is good for this kind of bonding. Namjoon isn't all that good in the kitchen though. Jimin remembers how Seokjin and Namjoon used to bicker about it. When Jimin moved to Namwon, the couple just got married too. If it's all about kitchen talks, Hoseok and Seokjin do get along well. 

"Oh, what's up with Yoongi though? I haven't seen him around as much. Have you talked to him?" Seokjin's curiosity kicks in. Of course, it would. Although he knows nothing about that one night stand from last last week. 

Jimin hums, "He's fine. We exchanged messages a couple of times. I guess he's quite busy." 

"I really think he should open a clinic here, you know? Because almost everyone in this town has their own pets. It's good to have a vet around." Hoseok sits on the stool right in the middle of Seokjin and Jimin with his elbow resting on the marbled kitchen top. "That's just my suggestion though. Also, Moni would need someone to check him from time to time. He's getting old too."

Seokjin points at the flat baking pan beside Hoseok, asking for it silently. "You know, I kinda see him as a very mysterious person. I mean, that's good but I also feel like it'll be hard for any of us to actually get close to him." 

"Well," Hoseok clears his throat, "I kinda feel like there's an exception." 

And Jimin feels two pairs of eyes, staring at him with piercing gazes. "What?" He asks, confused. Not totally. He gets what Hoseok means but he also cannot let Seokjin notice anything odd through his suspicious actions. 

"I don't know. I just noticed that Yoongi is a little lax when it comes to you." He shrugs,

Seokjin chuckles lightly, "On second thought, I think you're right, Seokie. Maybe Yoongi deserves a cookie, hm? Would you be kind enough to deliver him some, Jiminie?" 

Jimin rolls his eyes, "What are you guys up to?" 

They shrug, both of them laughing afterward. 

***

Jimin asks himself again if it's really fine to just suddenly show up with a container filled with cookies and also a slice of cheesecake in a smaller one. Nothing really happened after their talk on the bridge. They just naturally didn't see each other intentionally after that. Jimin would be lying if he thinks he has already forgotten about what happened. Not that he remembers anything from that night. It's just that the idea haunts him so much. 

He pushes those thoughts aside as he presses the little button beside Yoongi's door. The elder already developed a habit of keeping his gates open. Guess he’s already accustomed to the idea that he’s most probably going to get robbed by a cat than an actual human being. While waiting for Yoongi, Jimin realized that nothing much has changed with the exterior of the elder’s house. There are still flower pots that are broken, and some plants that are close to dead. 

"Hey," Jimin's met by a confused yet very charming-looking Yoongi. "Jimin. This is a surprise." 

Jimin clears his throat, physically stopping himself from rocking back and forth because he can sense awkwardness, to say the least. He hates how Yoongi is a little too good-looking while wearing a pretty worn-out white t-shirt. A fitted, worn-out white t-shirt, he would like to emphasize.

"I uhm— I brought snacks." Jimin utters, unsure. He doesn't like how his voice turns out. He doesn't even know why he's starting to malfunction like a freaking robot with a twisted wire. 

"Oh, I see." Yoongi chuckles though his brows are knitted in confusion. "It's still a mess here but I– you should stay over for coffee, or maybe tea? Sorry, I don't have the ingredients to make you a cup of hot chocolate." 

Jimin tries to dismiss Yoongi's offer by waving his hand. "It's totally fine. I just wanted to give you these. I and the hyungs baked those." 

"Jimin." Yoongi calls his name quite differently this time. It's like he's trying to convince Jimin but it's in no way desperate or needy. "It's kinda sad eating alone." 

He understands for sure so he gives in. Living alone gets sad when you have no one to share your meals with. For a moment, Jimin is brought back to the time when Taehyung would buy ramen noodles and he would share it with Jimin. Those good, old days. Jimin smiles a little, nodding. "Alright. I won't mind your mess. We'll be eating together." 

And Jimin must be tripping but Yoongi's eyes suddenly have a glint of joy in them. It was quick but noticeable. Also, the way his smile has gotten wider. He must have felt lonely the past few days.

Yoongi opens the door wider to let Jimin know he's welcome to come in. The elder also takes the food Jimin's holding in his hands. As Jimin steps inside, he then realizes what mess Yoongi was talking about. 

"Your stuff isn't out of the boxes yet." He points out, physically pointing at the boxes. They are boxes as huge as Jimin— given he has smaller frames than most men his age. Although, those boxes are still unimaginably big. "I can't recall being woken up by a big truck once again in the past few days. Are these still from the day you moved?" 

And if Jimin just thinks about it harder, maybe try to actually piece by piece remember what happened the next day of their shared– a rather wanted-to-be-forgotten drunken night, he would probably remember that those boxes in front of him were just in the same place they were that morning. If he weren't as quick and preoccupied as that certain moment, he would have noticed.

"I— yeah," And Jimin is sure if one of Yoongi's hands is empty, it would go straight at the back of his neck, rubbing it like what he always does when he's put in a situation where he's not all comfortable. "I just didn't have the time—nor will to do it. It's just too much work for me. Especially when I'm alone." 

"Oh," Jimin just stares at the boxes. Yoongi's right. All these boxes are too much for a one-man job. “So, you’ve been living with these for a month?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi’s face turns shy. He’s looking around his house like he’s finally realizing the chaos. “This is ridiculously messy.” He whispers to himself.

Jimin being Jimin, he walks to one of the boxes, letting his hand brush against the carton, "I can help you." He offers in a heartbeat. It's just natural for him to offer help to anyone in need. That's just who he is and honestly, if he could just shrug the idea off,

The idea that they spent a night together— drunk,

Then it wouldn't require him to muster up the courage to knock on his door and act like normal friends.

There's something in Yoongi's eyes that suddenly brightens up his entire being but it's just for a few seconds. He blinks like he's trying to dismiss whatever it is that's in his mind. "I think I can manage, Jimin, but thanks." 

"Hey, I literally have nothing to do for the next two months or so. I'm probably just gonna be in my bed with different kinds of chips beside me and a very sappy, yet pathetic movie playing on my cheap TV." Jimin says it as a joke but not so much of a joke because it's true. It's not like there are a lot of activities to do for him when he's just alone in his house. Sure, he can swing by his friends' houses but sometimes they're just a pain in his ass. If it's not Hoseok bombarding him with freaky remarks and creepy stories he randomly watched on Netflix or the Kim couple acting all lovey-dovey, all while being at war most of the time, he really has nowhere to go. Of course, he will not forget to ring Taehyung's phone and listen to his complaints about his very very annoying workplace and a jerk boss. That's just his life when he was jobless for two months. It's been like that for the past years.

Yoongi chuckles. They're very much awkwardly standing in the middle of Yoongi's house— just where the living area is meeting the dining area. "If it's really okay with you, then I won't decline your offer once more. I actually, desperately need help." 

"God, you really do!" Jimin jokes out and then his eyes fall on the sweets he brought, "We should eat those, really." 

The elder one agrees pretty quickly, guiding Jimin to the dining area. It's not much of a dining area though. There's a table but Jimin is sure that is not the table meant for dining. Yoongi places the containers down, "I'm sorry, I haven't thought of buying a real dining table." There's also just one chair to sit on so Yoongi has to grab another chair that looks so much like a piano chair and that's where he settles on. 

It's not like Jimin minds. He just shakes his head to dismiss any more thoughts that are bothering Yoongi. "You know what, don't mind me. I used to live in an apartment without a dining table. This? This works just fine. Also, at least you got chairs for our butts to sit on." 

"My brother would probably swear at me if he sees my place like this. That kid waited his entire life for me to do a very swearing-worthy thing just so he could drop honorifics for a quick second." The warmth of going on memory lane doesn't go unnoticed. "Which reminds me he hasn't called me for over a week. He must have been too busy with that curly-haired guy he's been telling me about." 

Jimin smiles, "Must be nice to have a brother."

"Yeah, makes you forget how fucked up the world you move in is." He clasps his hand after scanning the table, "I totally forgot about the coffee— or tea?" 

"Coffee but with creamer, if you have some," Jimin says. He doesn't want to come off as picky but he also could not stand bitter and strong coffee. It makes him nauseous.

"I'm guessing with sugar?" Yoongi asks, tilting his head.

The younger one just answers with a nod. Then Yoongi stands from his seat to do his business in the kitchen behind him— which Jimin has a good view of. Scanning his eyes on the overly exposed kitchen, Jimin could point out that it's very organized contrary to whatever chaos happening in the other parts of the house. It kind of gave Jimin a hint that Yoongi also loves cooking. 

Yoongi comes back with two cups of coffee– one having a lighter and creamier brown color while the other is just dark brown, almost close to black. 

"So, I was thinking." As for what Jimin has been doing all the time. He thinks all the time. 

The elder one shoots up a brow, "Yeah?" Letting Jimin know he is listening despite trying to fix the food on the table between them.

"Why don't we decorate your house too? I mean, of course, after we have unboxed those ungodly huge boxes and unnecessary amount of them." Jimin says, "Let's get you a couch that looks best for your living room and a dining table that fits, maybe two or four people? Just maybe you'll have guests coming over, at least there's room for them."

Yoongi frowns but nothing in a bad way. He frowns just trying to digest everything, maybe thinking of things to add to Jimin's suggestion. "I think I'll probably need a new bed too. The one I brought is just too old and— squeaky." 

For the hundredth time, Jimin tries to stay away from that idea again. He sips on his coffee, nodding. 

"We can visit the furniture shop whenever you want to. When do you want to start with those boxes though?" Jimin again, points at those boxes. He has this odd irritation on them. Not so pleasing in his eyes but again, he shouldn't mind at all.

Yoongi takes a cookie, biting on it while humming. Jimin is just not so sure if it's the cookie or if he's making a sound as if he's thinking. But Jimin's mouth kind of missed the taste of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies so even though he says he doesn't want one, he reaches for one and savors it himself. 

"Tomorrow? I'm guessing you're tired from baking for hours." 

"You bet." Jimin laughs, "My arms hurt from mixing that cheesecake. Make sure to enjoy that slice I saved for you." 

"I would've enjoyed it even without you saying." Yoongi gives him a smile, just a little. It's just a small tug on both corners of his lips. "You gave it to me also, you baked this." 

Uh-oh, Jimin just felt something silly.

***

It was not just an entire day. It was a whole week. Yoongi and Jimin had spent an entire week just unboxing and fixing Yoongi's things. 

"Are you sure that frame goes well with that vase?" Jimin points at them with two fingers. He's been staring at the two for a good minute, trying to find what's wrong with them.

Yoongi jogs toward him from fixing the last box they opened. He's sweaty. They both are. Which Jimin uses as a reason not to be conscious about it anymore. "I don't know. Do they?" 

Jimin turns to him, laughing. "They do not." He grabs the vase that's standing on the top part of the wooden shelves. He looks around to find another place to put the vase. "Anyway, I'll just hold onto it while looking for a new place for it." 

The elder hums, "But how did you know those two don't match?" 

"Well, having a fashion designer best friend with a very tactless mouth requires having a good sense of fashion. And you can't have an excellent fashion sense if you think red and blue are best together." Jimin winks at him before walking away with the very much bright blue colored vase in his arms.

Yoongi chuckles, wiping his sweat off his forehead as he watches Jimin do his thing. There's still so much to do with his house. The living room is starting to look more like a living room rather than a dumpster. His dining area has a very nice four-seater dining table that Jimin hand picked himself. Of course, Jimin had to step up when Yoongi almost went for a very unusual and impractical option. 

"Yah, Jimin-ah," Yoongi calls for the younger's attention. When Jimin graces him with a quick turn and a soft hum, Yoongi smiles at him. "Thank you." 

Jimin smiles too. It's genuine but it slowly turns smug. "If you're grateful, maybe you can do something for my growling stomach. It's already complaining." 

Yoongi laughs with his low voice, vibrating through Jimin's veins despite being a few meters apart. "You can ask for food like a normal human being but okay. Because we're almost done decorating, I'll make something quick and easy yet mouthwatering." 

"Oooh, interesting. My little friend over here," He points at his stomach, "Says he's very much excited for anything right now, Mr. Min." 

The whole week that Jimin has been in and out of Yoongi's home, Yoongi has always fed him order ins. There's no way for Jimin to actually taste some of Yoongi's cooking. He lets Yoongi work in the kitchen as he finds his way to the washroom to change his shirt. It's quick so when he comes out of it and starts smelling the dish he's willing to take a wild guess for, he's surprised.

"Kimchi stew?" He asks with great enthusiasm hinting in his voice. Jimin places his dirty shirt on top of his plain tote bag, thinking of fixing it later on and he walks straight to the kitchen. 

Yoongi looks at him, "Yeah. I hope you're fine with this. I'm yet to run to buy groceries." 

The younger one looks at him as if he has heard the most ridiculous thing ever. "Are you kidding me? I'd have a nice bowl of Kimchi jjigae any time of any day. That looks like a million-dollar dish to me." 

But after appreciating the smell that seeps through his nose, his eyes are rather distracted by what he just noticed— Yoongi's big and veiny hands. He catches his eyes scanning through the tips of Yoongi's fingers, his forearm, up to his arm that seems a little bigger than the last he remembers. And the idea that he had never had the urge to actually stare and gawk at his neighbor's body almost seemed like a disappointment to him. Maybe that's also because Yoongi opted to wear big shirts that swallow him whole— except for that one time that Jimin brought him sweet treats. After that day, today is the only time that he got to see Yoongi in that state.

The fact that he is cooking one of Jimin's favorites actually makes it worse.

Jimin might have to visit the church the next day before he even thinks of anything nasty. He didn't know being alone with a very attractive man who cooks while his fitted black t-shirt hugs his body perfectly would turn him on like this. It might have something to do with having no sexual intercourse for the last four years to say the least. 

Or was it last the two weeks—

But before he even entertains that thought, he still does not have any recollection of what exactly happened the night after their dinner at the Kim's. Therefore, it does not count.

It should not count.

"Jimin? Are you even listening?" Yoongi snaps his fingers twice. His brows are knitted but there's a smile on his face. 

"Yes! Yes, what?" Jimin mutters, rattled. He moves his body forward a little too aggressively that he almost trips but thankfully, he has a good balance to make up for it. He straightens his body up, walking towards Yoongi. "What did you say?" 

Yoongi can ask. Maybe squeeze out some information from Jimin about why he's acting weird all of a sudden but Yoongi is a very kind man. He somehow manages to shrug it off and just say, "Food is ready. Let's feed your little friend over there." He says, pointing at Jimin's stomach. 

"Good! He was about to combust just a few seconds ago." Jimin laughs. He goes straight to the cabinet where Yoongi keeps his plates and utensils. "I'll do the dishes and you don't get to say no." The younger one says, maybe even threats before he walks to the table to place their plates.

It's just funny and somehow surreal how Jimin suddenly appears in Yoongi's eyes. The way he walks around the house with an oversized shirt, his cheeks flushed, and a pair of fluffy slippers he bought for himself, make Yoongi's tummy churn for an unknown reason. 

Yoongi blinks when he finally realizes he's staring. He quickly grabs the hot pot, safely putting it at the center of the dining table. Jimin has already settled in his seat as he waits for Yoongi. 

"I haven't had someone make me kimchi jjigae other than my moms." Jimin mentions after taking in a spoonful of rice. He notices how Yoongi's brows move, "I have two moms. I consider Taehyung's mother as my own so…" 

The elder one nods in understanding. They're well aware that their friendship stage stands nowhere near being too comfortable sharing their past and sensitive information about themselves. That's exactly why Yoongi doesn't ask furthermore.

Just as Jimin promised— implied rather, he is in charge of the dishes. "I really enjoyed the meal, hyung. Thanks." 

"I missed cooking. You also did me a favor there." He replies. Even though Jimin insists that he can manage on his own, Yoongi is just equally adamant in helping him clean up. "Just leave that there. I'll throw it out later." 

Rolling his eyes, Jimin turns the faucet on, "I'm nowhere near being just a guest , okay? I've helped you clean your entire house so this is literally nothing compared to that." 

Yoongi snorts, quite agreeing with Jimin. 

It takes ten seconds of complete silence and then, 

"Hey, do you have plans over the weekend?" 

Jimin's brows shoot up, pushing the faucet to close it. "I think none so far, why?" 

Yoongi rubs his chest saying, "Would you like to watch a movie with me?" Then he flashes a very shy smile that shows off his small teeth that Jimin finds rather cute and adorable. 

"I don't see any reason to say no to that, Yoongi." 

Chapter Text

Jimin woke up early. He didn't have to but he did. If anyone would ask him why, he'd probably yell and scream and maybe even throw whatever is near within his reach, throw it on the freaking floor. 

He's stressed. No. That's definitely an understatement. 

Because Jimin is frustrated. 

He finished showering thirty minutes ago. He didn't have any food ingested for the last thirteen hours. He could have chosen to make himself a quick toast but he chose to stand in front of his closet in a black silk robe. His arms are rested over his chest, his hand occasionally washing over his face as he takes in every thought he's thinking. 

"It's just a casual movie night, Jimin." He reminds himself for the third time. His mind is clouded by a lot of thoughts. He has every right to be worried but is there even a reason to be worried? He wants to say no but he also has a list of what could go wrong in there. 

But before all the wrongs, there's this little voice at the back of his head that actually encourages him. If there isn't, he would definitely not be standing in front of his closet, staring at his clothes like he hadn't had them memorized. He knows every piece of clothing he owns and that's maybe what sends him off. He is just going for a cozy movie night. 

Yes, he cringes over the word cozy. But that is not something that he might hate eventually. 

He's not so sure why he is putting too much thought of what to wear when he knows too well that this is not a date. And he is aware that this movie night is going to happen inside the comfort of Yoongi's home. No one will see him. Even if he puts on his ugliest tee and maybe his most worn-out shorts, it's fine. But Yoongi—

Now, that he's running his thoughts again inside his brain, it's Yoongi. It's the fact that Yoongi asked him and Yoongi invited him that has been keeping him off track. If it had been Hoseok, he would gladly show up in his sleepwear, maybe if he's not too lazy, he would bother to brush his hair. 

What makes it any different? If Yoongi should only be his friend. His neighbor friend.  

Finally, after an hour long of what seems to be an endless battle between himself and his brain, his hands come in contact with the sweater that Taehyung bought him on his 21st birthday. He pairs it with a black shorts. He's afraid he might look too overdressed if he opted for long pants. 

He's all dressed up and it's only 9 am. Yoongi never really mentioned a specific time so Jimin wants to console himself by saying, "It's best to be prepared." 

He's nervous. He might not have any courage to admit that but he is. He is nervous. 

"I am assuming you're in a big Taehyung-help-me situation if you're ringing me this early on a Saturday." Taehyung yawns. Jimin can't see it but he knows Taehyung still has his eyes closed, maybe still lying down on his bed. 

Jimin puffs air out of his mouth. "It's not that early." He plays with the hem of his sweater, trying to find the right words to say. 

Taehyung hums, "Just spill it out, Park Jimin. I know you're hesitating." 

The elder's brows meet, his forehead creasing.

"Don't even ask how I know it. I have the Park Jimin handbook memorized and well imprinted in my brain. I can tell just by hearing your breathing." Taehyung continues. He sounds a little more awake than earlier but the possibility of him slipping back to dreamland is very high. 

"I'm wearing the sweater you gave me." Jimin starts, hoping his friend might get a little hint of what he is trying to say. When he got nothing from Taehyung, "It's a movie night." 

"I'm guessing it's Yoongi?" His best friend finally utters. There's rustling on the other line of the call, maybe Taehyung moved or got up from bed. "I mean, he's the only guy you've mentioned so far…" 

Jimin nods like Taehyung can see him. The silence must have given his best friend a hint that there's something wrong about it. 

"Would you care to tell me what's wrong?" He asks. His voice is softer this time—like he already knows. Of course, he knows. "What about it is bothering you?" 

Jimin's breathing is heavy. His hand fidgets on his sweater, to his shorts, drawing little circles on his knee. "I don't know. I just feel funny, you know? Like I'm not so sure if—" 

"He's really just a friend?" Taehyung cuts him off. 

"No," Jimin says. His tone comes off as defensive which he grimaces to. "I'm not sure where this is heading. Or if I'm going to like how it ends." 

Taehyung sighs, "If only I could drive to you right now, I would but I can't. So you would just have to deal with my voice right now." 

Jimin chuckles. His hand finally stops fidgeting. He lets it stay on his lap comfortably. "It's always nice to hear your voice, Tae." 

"Mhm, you bet. You're hesitating, right? To come over to his house." Again, Taehyung is right. He never fails to read Jimin and whatever is going on inside his pretty head. "But I know, you're really considering going. You've put on that sweater." 

"It's a cute sweater. And it calms me down." Jimin clears it up. "Taehyung, what am I doing, really? I woke up earlier than I should to shower, shave, and even put a face mask on. This is messed up, soulmie." 

"Listen, it's not so messed up, Jimin. It's been so long since you've been in the game— dating , I mean. If I say just let it flow—whatever it is, just let it flow. Worrying about how it ends before anything could even start is just not it." Taehyung pauses, "As long as you're not gonna do anything dangerous, I think you're good." 

He earns another chuckle from Jimin. The elder one stands on his feet, walking his way to the kitchen. "Yeah, I think I'm looking forward to it, actually. I won't be dressing up this early if I didn't anticipated this, right? Also, he seems nice, Tae. I feel like it's the uncertainty that's scary." 

"Hey, there's nothing certain in this world." 

Jimin breathes out, his hand stopping from pouring water to his glass. "Except for us. I know, Tae." 

"Alright. Text me everything later, okay? I need all the details." Taehyung says, "I'm going back to sleep because Monday is already waving at me. Unlike you, my job doesn't have two month long vacations." 

Jimin hears Taehyung's loud and very disturbing yawn. He can just imagine his best friend almost swallowing everything in the room as he yawns. He hums, "Okay, get some rest. I'll make myself breakfast as I drown in my own thoughts."

Jimin just stares at his countertop, trying to get his mind to work. What should he eat for breakfast? Perhaps, a toast with butter and jelly just like he thought earlier. 

"Man, just don't think too much about it. Enjoy the movie. Enjoy him, you know? If one thing leads to another, so be it." Taehyung talks again. "I'm seriously gonna hang up now. I love you, soulmie." 

"I know. Thank you, Tae. I love you too." He sighs as he presses the end button of the call. 

Taehyung is right. Just enjoy. He's really overthinking it too much. 

He's just about to put his phone down when it chimes, the notification sounding like a text message. He brings his phone up,

[from: neighbor friend]

good morning :)

Another ding comes,

[from: neighbor friend]

don't forget about our movie night

5pm sounds good to you? 

There's no turning back. 

[to: neighbor friend]

see you, 5pm :)

He didn't hesitate when he said yes last Tuesday. He had three days to think through it. It kept on replaying in his head. The way Yoongi looked at him, the shy smile. It must also have something to do with the elder cooking him a meal. Or the entire week they spent together, shopping, cleaning, just laughing at anything they find ridiculous. 

He's just confused because it's too fast. Everything feels so fast for him like he needs to step on the brake. 

But there's no turning back. 

***

"Hey," Yoongi greets him with a smile. That damn smile again. It's that kind of smile that Jimin finds hard to describe. All he knows is that Yoongi's smile is one of the prettiest he has ever seen. 

Jimin clears his throat, letting the sides of his mouth curl into a small smile. "Hi." 

"Uhm, come in. It's getting pretty cold out." Yoongi manages to say. His eyes land on Jimin's hand. "Wow, you brought doughnuts?" 

"Yeah, I just find it weird to show up empty-handed." Jimin shyly steps inside Yoongi's home. He takes off his shoes and sees that his slippers are already out… like Yoongi has already prepared it for him. 

Yoongi's hand gently reaches for the box of doughnuts. "Let me help you with this. I'll put it on the table." 

Jimin responds with a nod, his actions getting a little delayed. Maybe it's his response to everything that is happening. Trying to slow things down. 

He enters the house, nothing new. It's the same as how he last saw it. Oh, except for the living room. Unlike his house that the living area is exposed right when you enter, Yoongi's living room is somehow hidden behind a tall wall of shelves where he kept some books and small figurines. As Jimin walks in, he gets a clearer vision of the room. 

"You…" He trails off, his finger pointing at the living area. "You did this for the movie?" 

Yoongi looks at him, shy. There goes his hand again. It goes to the back of his neck, rubbing it softly as he stands in front of Jimin. 

"I just want us to be comfortable, I guess." Yoongi's voice comes out as a whisper but still loud enough for the sound to reach Jimin's ears. 

Jimin nods slowly, taking in Yoongi's confession. He turns to the living area where the center table is pushed to the side. There's a thick blanket over the carpeted floor, pillows, and another blanket that is big enough to engulf both of them. 

Wait a minute.

The elder jogs in front of Jimin, "I also prepared some food to eat. I'll take them out in a minute. Just make yourself comfortable, okay?" Then he gently touches Jimin's elbow, making him sit. He sits on the floor, the couch is somehow stopping him from seeing Yoongi walking to the kitchen.

And Jimin sits there, all confused. After thinking it all through over and over again, he's still confused. 

Or maybe he's in denial. 

"Well, since it's a movie night. I just made homemade pizza, some fries, chicken pops, mashed potato… not much but I hope enough." Yoongi comes back with a bowl of fries and chicken pops. He places them on the table he pushed aside. It's still within their reach and he really made sure of that. "I'll come back with the rest of the food." 

Jimin somehow lost his words for a moment. All these are done with effort. It never crossed his mind that this movie night will be like this. He imagined them on a couch with a bowl of buttered popcorn and maybe an overrated movie playing on the screen. He didn't think…

Yoongi appears again in his vision. He is smiling. "Oh, wait! The doughnuts." He stops as he remembers. After putting the pizza and mashed potato on the table, he turns to Jimin before going back to the kitchen. "Do you drink coke?" 

"Ah, yeah. Yes, I do." Jimin answers with a smile. Although he's not sure if it seemed genuine enough. Yoongi nods, doing a finger gun like saying he's got it. 

There's a sense of uncomfortability if Jimin's being asked. But strangely enough, it's not the fact that he's going to have a special movie night with Yoongi. He's uncomfortable because he's not doing anything. He didn't move an inch. Yoongi has it all under control like all he wanted Jimin to do is… show up. 

The third time Yoongi comes back, Jimin reaches for his wrist. The elder looks at the hand holding him and his eyes bouncing to Jimin's face. He raises his brows, a confused smile painted on his face. "Why?" He just asks very softly. 

Jimin breathes out, gently tapping the fingers gripping Yoongi's wrist. His forehead creases, "Just sit down. Sit down with me and let's watch the movie." 

It's like Yoongi is reading his face for a good minute. He nods, very slowly and he drops his knees on the floor. Jimin scoots away, giving Yoongi some room for himself. Then, they sit next to each other with their backs resting on the couch behind them. 

"Hey, Jimin." Yoongi calls out, 

Jimin hums, "Yeah?" 

"I haven't picked out a movie yet." 

And Jimin just laughs, loudly. His laughs are heard all around Yoongi's house. Well, Yoongi laughs along even though it's silent. His shoulders are shaking while watching Jimin laugh with his whole being. 

The younger one brings a finger to swipe under his eyes as his breathing stabilizes. He exhales loudly, looking at Yoongi. "I'm sorry but you did all this and you're telling me we don't have anything to watch?" 

Yoongi chuckles, finally understanding what Jimin laughed about. He closes his eyes, nodding. "Because I didn't know what kind of movies you're into." 

Suddenly, Jimin finds it stupid laughing at Yoongi. He meant well. 

God, he always meant well. 

Clearing his throat, Jimin bites his lower lip. He sits with his hands on his lap, "You could've picked any movie." 

"And bore you with the most dragging movie you've ever watched your entire life? Nah-uh. No way." Then Yoongi fixes his position. He sits with his legs extended in front of him. He grabs the remote that's been sitting on the couch and turns the TV on. He hands it to Jimin, "C'mon, you pick the movie."

"But what if I bore you with the most cliché movie with tons of kissing and giddy highschoolers you've ever watched?" Jimin asks while eyeing the remote between him and Yoongi. "Do you even watch girls with long hairs that glow when they sing?" 

Yoongi looks him straight in the eye, "Oh, you want to watch Tangled?" 

Fuck. He knows Tangled? 

"What?" The elder asks, finding Jimin's reaction weird. He sighs, "My brother and I love Disney, alright? It's fun." 

"I know! Disney movies are topnotch." Jimin finally finds his words and can actually respond to Yoongi properly. 

Yoongi raises both of his eyebrows, "So? Tangled it is?" 

And of course, Jimin who lives and breathes for the movie Tangled, nods his head cutely. He mumbles a small 'yay' before bringing his knees up to his chest. 

The movie comes by smoothly. They both giggle, react, and even comment on the scenes. It's cute how Jimin has every lyric of every song memorized and Yoongi has to read the subtitles to sing along whenever he wants. It's fun. 

And somehow just along the movie, somewhere between the scenes during the festival and the lanterns, Jimin has unconsciously leaned his weight on Yoongi. He must have not noticed it but Yoongi can feel him. It's warm.

It's when the movie has already ended, Yoongi leans his head forward to check on Jimin. He's still staring at the screen with tears brimming his eyes. His lips are slightly pouted, "It's so good." 

Yoongi smiles, "It's really beautiful. The movie gets me every time." He takes the box of doughnuts from the table and offers some to Jimin first. "Here, you didn't eat anything while watching. I'll just go and heat up the pizza for us." 

"No, you don't have to. I'll do it." But before Jimin can even stand, Yoongi pushes him down gently and stands before he does. "Yah—"

"You're my guest. Sit tight. It'll be just for a few minutes. You can pick another movie if you want to while I'm gone." Yoongi crouches to get the pizza from the table and he also gives the remote to Jimin. "You can pick whatever. I don't really mind." 

"Okay," The younger one whispers before busying himself with picking their next movie. It's hard though. He doesn't want to watch something that Yoongi doesn't like. The only way to actually survive this is to ask for help. 

[to: tete♡]

hey, recommend a movie

[from: tete♡]

what kind?

are you still with /him/?

[to: tete♡]

any

and yes

he'll come back in a while. he's heating up the food. the movie?

[from: tete♡]

try call me by your name

[to: tete♡]

is it nice?

[from: tete]

watched it last week

it's good

"Have you picked a movie yet?" Jimin jumps a little as he hears Yoongi's voice and his footsteps. He then appears after a few seconds with the pizza. "What are we watching?" 

Panicked, Jimin says, "Call me by your name." 

"Yoongi?" Yoongi utters, unsure, confused, and completely puzzled. 

Just as equally as puzzled, Jimin stares at Yoongi. "Huh?" 

"I mean, you told me to call you by my name? So, Yoongi? Because I'm Yoongi." Yoongi explains hoping it would make sense but the more he talks, the more it gets confusing. "Am I making sense?" He asks, chuckling. 

Jimin presses his lips together, suppressing laughter. He taps the empty space beside him, "Just get your ass back here. I'll play the movie." 

Jimin wants to pull out his phone and just send every curse words he can think of to his best friend. He never said that this movie has a lot of intense scenes that might make two "friends" who somehow manage to flirt with each other every chance they get a little uncomfortable. He should have messaged anyone but Taehyung, really. There's Hoseok. Maybe those creepy—or crappy movies are better than this. Jimin's eyes settle on anything other than the screen. The main characters are making out like there's no tomorrow. 

The younger one clears his throat, trying to reach for some food. He thought maybe eating would save him from this misery. He doesn't even want to look at Yoongi. 

But of course, Yoongi has to clear his throat. Jimin's not even sure if he should turn to him. 

"Uh, you might… You might get cold." Yoongi whispers, fixing the blanket over Jimin's exposed legs. The way Jimin is sitting doesn't help either. His shorts are slightly pulled up, having more of his skin on full display. 

"Oh," Jimin grabs the blanket closer to him, one hand holding a pizza. He tries to cover up any embarrassment by shoving the pizza in his mouth and not saying anything other than 'oh'. 

There's just something that makes the air thick as the movie goes by. If Jimin got a little uncomfortable earlier, that just progressed into uneasiness. There has been a lot of shifting. The light brushes of their arms send shivers down Jimin's spine. 

But it's really not the touch . It's Yoongi. 

Like Yoongi messes with his brain. 

"Jimin," Yoongi mutters under his breath. As Jimin turns to him with his eyes a little dazed, he just could not contain himself any longer. The plump of Jimin's lips, wet from sliding his own tongue across them, just sends thousands of bolts in Yoongi's body. 

Jimin maintains eye contact, matching the intensity of Yoongi's gaze. He can feel his lungs starting to ooze out so much oxygen. His breathing is shallow, hands starting to tremble on his thigh. He tries to conceal it by gripping the blanket that Yoongi has draped over his exposed legs. His eyes bounce from Yoongi's hungry eyes to the elder's lips. His lips are slightly hanging open. 

"God, you're driving me crazy, Jimin." Yoongi exhales, shaking his head a little. His eyes say so much but the way Jimin's thoughts have clouded his mind, there's nothing specific he can get from the way Yoongi stares at him. 

Jimin's eyes flutter, trying to keep them open. Yoongi's gaze is pulling him in. And then he feels a hand, gently holding his face. It feels warm—safe. "Yoongi," 

The elder one closes his eyes, sighing. He caresses his thumb across Jimin's cheek. "Fuck. You make it so hard for me to resist, Jimin-ah. Call my name once again and I—" 

"What?" He whispers, "What will you do?" 

Yoongi opens his eyes again. He stares into Jimin. It almost feels like Yoongi can see through him, all of him. "I might kiss you." 

For a second, Jimin lets himself go. He lets himself be carefree. He lets his mind rest from thinking and just do stupid things. 

"Yoongi," 

It's fast. Not even remembering every detail of it, Jimin feels a pair of lips against his. He's suddenly pulled in into a kiss, a very soft one. Yoongi's hand feels big against his face but still holding him with gentleness. Then Yoongi begins to move his lips and Jimin just finds himself kissing back, matching the pace and movement. 

Jimin's hand rests on Yoongi's shoulder as the elder uses his other hand to pull him closer by his waist. Somehow along the kisses, Yoongi has managed to stick his tongue inside Jimin's mouth, earning a soft hum from the younger. His grip tightens on Yoongi's shirt, fisting it. 

He wants more. Jimin needs more. 

"Yoongi," He manages to whisper against the elder's mouth. Yoongi doesn't respond by words but with actions. The hand that's been cupping Jimin's face comes down to Jimin's waist, manhandling him, and settles him on his lap. Their kiss goes on until one of them needs to catch a breath. Jimin leans to rest his forehead on Yoongi's, his hands squeezing the elder's shoulders. "Yoongi," 

"Hmm?" Yoongi hums as his hand crawls down to the younger's thigh. He just rubs his hand there, up and down. "You keep on calling my name." 

Just be stupid. It's fun sometimes. He remembers. That's what Taehyung's mother tells them when they were younger. Just be stupid.

Jimin swallows, taking one full deep breath before staring intently into Yoongi. "Should we… Should we ditch the movie and—and get me to your bed?" 

"Are you sure?" Yoongi asks, "We don't want to make the same mistake again." 

"I'm sober. We both are." Jimin tries to stop the urge to go in and kiss Yoongi again. He wants to. He really fucking does. "If you don't want to, I'll get off your lap and eat all the food you prepared. Like nothing happened." 

Jimin's good with that. Pretending like nothing happened. 

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin's waist, securing him in his arms. "If you want to stop, just tell me." 

The thing is, Jimin is sure he does not want to stop. He needs more. 

"Take me to your room." Is all that he needs to say for Yoongi to stand while carrying him in his arms and Jimin wraps his legs around the elder's hips. 

Not too long after, Jimin feels his back pressed on a soft mattress while Yoongi busies himself placing kisses on the younger's jaw. Yoongi's hand slowly found its way under the fabric of Jimin's sweater, feeling the softness of the younger's skin. Jimin knees the hardness between Yoongi's thigh, intentionally rubbing it. 

Kissing. They're kissing again but it's much more intense than earlier. Their teeth almost crash, their hands are all over them. 

"We gotta lose this." Yoongi tugs the hem of Jimin's sweater. Nodding, Jimin puts his hands up to make it easier for Yoongi to undress him. "Also this," Yoongi's fingers start twirling on the band of Jimin's shorts. 

"Go for it." Jimin lifts his bum up as Yoongi slides the shorts down. Jimin lays there almost too exposed for Yoongi. He is bare except for the briefs he still has on. Meanwhile, Yoongi is still fully clothed with his sweatpants and plain t-shirt. "Wanna see you too." 

Yoongi doesn't need to be told twice. He takes his shirt off swiftly, throwing it aside, maybe along with Jimin's discarded clothes. Just when Yoongi is about to kiss Jimin again, the younger one stops him by putting his hand on the elder's chest. 

His eyes widen, "Do you want me to stop?" 

Brows knitted, Jimin aggressively shakes his head. "No, it's not that." 

Relief starts to take place on the elder's face. His features relaxed, sighing lightly, "What is it?" 

"I just want to clarify who's going to do the fucking." 

They stare at each other… for a good minute or so. They both let that question sink in. Even after that night, even though Jimin felt his ass take the hit, he still wants to make sure. There's too much conversation needed for sex. Communication is key, they say.

"I'm… I haven't tried the opposite yet." Yoongi blinks, hoping Jimin understands what he means. 

Jimin nods, smiling. "Alright, prep me?" 

Yes, this time, both of them will remember everything that has happened. 

And Jimin knows he stepped on the gas pedal, not the brakes. Stopping is not an option on the freeway. 

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"Hey," Jimin clears his throat. He has just gotten out of Yoongi's room with a fresh change of clothes. His hair is a little wet after taking a warm shower. Honestly, he was a little scared to come out and face Yoongi but he knows avoiding the guy will just make things worse than they already are. 

Yoongi looks up at him and he's already smiling. Just like Jimin, he also took a shower and a change of clothes. His hair is messy and there's a light tint to his cheek, a natural flush. He's by the dining area, preparing something for breakfast. "Good morning! Breakfast? I mean, I know you love breakfasts at the diner but I figured maybe you wanted to talk. About last night?" 

Jimin nods, "Yeah, thank you, Yoongi." 

Ever since Jimin met Yoongi his life has gotten shaken up. Everything was still ever since he moved into the neighborhood four years ago. Yoongi has something in him that Jimin can't even point out himself. 

"C'mon, sit down. You must be—" Yoongi chuckles awkwardly, pulling a chair out. "You must be hungry." 

And Jimin is. He is starving. His stomach must have grumbled more than three times while he was in the shower. He did eat the night before but he is also well aware that he— they had a long night. From all those things they did, it's just right for Jimin to starve. 

That was quite a workout. 

"So uhm, I don't want to make things weird." Jimin starts to say in the middle of eating. He's halfway done with his waffles so he settles his utensils down, trying to make eye contact with Yoongi. Just as he expected, Yoongi is already looking at him with raised brows. He clears his throat, tapping on the wooden table unconsciously. "It's just, last night was good, Yoongi." 

Yoongi's eyes widen a little like those are not the words he expected to come out of Jimin's mouth. He leans back on his chair, speechless. 

"I want to be completely honest with you. I really enjoyed it." Jimin sighs, 

"I'm sensing there's a but after those words you just said," Yoongi says, taking a small sip of his coffee. 

The atmosphere between them is surprisingly light. There are no intense gazes, or uncomfortable demeanors. It is simply two adults having a matured conversation over breakfast. Jimin doesn't even know where this is going but he's telling the truth, he wants to be honest with Yoongi. After last night, there's so much he has realized. 

Jimin laughs, nodding. He wants to play it cool for once, "But I don't want you to think that there are feelings involved. I am obviously attracted to you but that's it. What happened last night… It was the heat of the moment." He pushes his hair back, "But I'm also telling you that I have no regrets about what happened." 

"Same," The elder smiles, "I also find you really good-looking and attractive but yeah, no feelings involved. Just like you." 

"And no regrets," Yoongi adds, 

"But Yoongi," Jimin breathes out. His voice comes out almost like a whisper. He sounds shy but he looks into Yoongi's eyes anyway. "I can't promise you it'll be the last time I'll throw myself to you." 

"You mean…" Yoongi's forehead creases,

Jimin closes his eyes as he feels his cheeks starting to heat up. It is embarrassing to say the least but what can he do? He had needs. He has needs and Yoongi just happened to give him what he's been craving for.

Sex.

Jimin opens his eyes, his pupils start to dilate as he stares and looks right through Yoongi. His entire body is relaxed but it seems like his eyes are carrying everything. "What do you say about being my fuck buddy?" 

***

"And?" If Hoseok could just get into Jimin's face, he would have. He's leaning in, dramatically close enough that Jimin needs to push him away. 

"Did he say yes though?" Taehyung speaks through the screen of Jimin's laptop. He's driving on his way to work at 10 am. He's late but he couldn't care less because work sucks anyway. 

Jimin brings one leg to the chair he is sitting on. He looks at Taehyung and then Hoseok before settling his gaze on his tea. "He did."

Lucky for Jimin, he has prepared himself for all the screams he might be getting. The moment he asked Hoseok to come and Taehyung to call, he already knows what kind of deadly duo the two are. There is a reason why they both remained in contact after Taehyung's first visit to Namwon. They just clicked.

And now they are both freaking out. 

"OMG?!" Taehyung looks so frantic. His eyes are bouncing back on the road and Jimin's face through his phone. Meanwhile, Hoseok is still screaming, pounding his hand on the table. 

"Yah, Taehyung. You're driving, you idiot. Hyung, stop screaming, good Lord." Jimin heaves a sigh, massaging the sides of his forehead. This is just a mess. He didn't calculate how long the information had to sink into their minds. "Are we good now? Can we talk about it with calm hearts and minds?" He sets his hands on the table, leaning in and looking straight into Hoseok's eyes. 

The eldest among them straightens his back, his mouth closes pretty quickly and his hand finally stops from banging the table. He sits properly on his chair and nods, "Okay, I'm calm. I am calm." And he tells that repeatedly like a chant. Maybe to convince himself to behave because he doesn't really want to see angry Jimin. 

It's quiet on Taehyung's side. The screen turns black for a good 30 seconds. 

"Tae?" Jimin calls him, "Are you there?" Jimin can feel the worry starting to build up. His best friend was just driving a few seconds ago and now his screen turned black. 

"What happened?" Hoseok asks, his face starting to look serious and concerned. 

But not long after, Taehyung appears on the screen with ridiculous lighting. It looks like he turned the lights on inside his car. "Wait, sorry. I just parked and yes, I'm calm now. Still doesn't change the fact that the basement sucks." Jimin finally breathes normally, just staring at Taehyung on his laptop screen. "He said yes and what? Spill everything before I walk into work and put on the fakest smile I can." 

Hoseok taps Jimin's knee, nodding. Taehyung can barely see Hoseok from the angle of the camera so he doesn't know the face that Hoseok made. It's like telling Jimin that Taehyung is okay and there's no need to be worried. Seeing Jimin almost every day, witnessing the bond between the two best friends, and knowing their history made Hoseok know the importance they hold for each other. It's like what is Jimin without Taehyung and what is Taehyung without Jimin? So he knows that those full 60 seconds scared the crap out of Jimin. It's written all over his face. 

"Jimin?" Hoseok smiles tightly, encouraging him to talk. The younger one turns to him and nods, holding his hand. It's tight but Hoseok understood what it meant. 

Jimin clears his throat, trying to plaster a smile. "Okay, as I said, he agreed to it. I guess we both have needs and we're both willing to give each other just those. He was cool about it, really—which I appreciate a lot. I just need to be careful, I know." 

"Have you guys talked about the ground rules? I mean, in this setup…" Hoseok trails off. He just lets those words hang like Jimin and Taehyung already know what's next. 

It's not Jimin's first time.

"Jiminie, you know that I support you in everything that you do, right? I'm your number one cheerleader and supporter—no offense, Hobi hyung." Taehyung raises his hand, his entire face is very animated with all the emotions he wants to express. 

Hoseok moves his head to appear on camera, "None taken. Continue." 

"And you also know I don't go against you unless I really need to but please. Please be careful and take good care of yourself… of your heart. I'm not there to make you your strawberry yogurt smoothie whenever you cry." His best friend sighs. His eyes are telling Jimin how much he misses the elder. 

Jimin nods, "I never perfected the strawberry yogurt smoothie so I'll be careful with myself." 

It's their little moment that Hoseok does not want to burst. He sits there, admiring how much the two best friends love each other. He just knows one is willing to kill for the other. It's an 'if you jump, I jump' kind of friendship. And Hoseok knows how Jimin's heart breaks whenever he realizes he can't even feel Taehyung's warmth. It's always only through the convenience of their gadget screens.

Taehyung laughs, low grumble forms in his throat. He fixes his curly black hair, tilting his head before smiling at Jimin. "But I'm proud of you, you know that?" 

Because Jimin has finally let someone be that close to him. Because Jimin has opened up again. 

It's scary but maybe that's part of the process. 

"Tae, if Jimin cries, I can't really do that strawberry yogurt smoothie you usually make him. I tried but this bitch said yours is way better than mine. But," Hoseok comes closer, dragging his chair with him as he moves. He lowers his voice, "I know how to throw a punch."

And the three of them laugh out loud because they are aware Hoseok only knows how to fight bugs. 

***

"I want to set some rules just to be safe." Jimin casually says. He's sitting on Yoongi's couch with his feet resting on the center table. He turns to Yoongi, "A pen and paper?" 

Yoongi laughs softly while looking back at Jimin. "Are you going to write a contract?" Jimin just nods at him, no words so he pushes himself away from the wall he's leaning on and opens a drawer. It's where he keeps the stuff he doesn't always need but will need at one point. He walks toward Jimin, handing him the pen and paper before plopping on the same couch Jimin is sitting on. "Go on, tell me the rules." 

Jimin holds the pen while the paper rests on his lap. He moves his body so he could face the elder better. He goes silent for a few seconds, mustering up the thoughts he wants to say out loud. He has been thinking about it for a while and he knows he needs to set boundaries. It also seems like he's lucky it is Yoongi because all Yoongi was to him is very understanding. 

"It's not really all that strict. I mean, if you disagree on some of these, I can compromise. You know, communication." Jimin waves the pen he is holding. "So first, every time we do it, no matter how late it is, I can't sleep here. Or you can't sleep there… in my house. Well, whichever, we sleep in our own beds separately." 

Yoongi nods in understanding, fixing the way he sits so he can be more comfortable. "I'm fine with that but I just want to add something. No one is leaving without aftercare. And you can't just leave without telling me, okay?" 

"Copy that." Then Jimin basically just repeats what they both said, mumbling as he writes it down on the paper. After that, he looks up again to Yoongi, "Second, we'll always use protection. I mean, we both agree with that, right?" 

"Absolutely. My parents have always told me about safe sex." Yoongi points at the paper, "Write that down please." 

Jimin laughs silently, his mouth stretching wide, "Next, you should tell me if you're seeing someone so that we can stop this thing immediately."

A frown forms on Yoongi's forehead, his lips pursed, "I'm… Well, I know no one here aside from you and the other guys so I think that's not going to be a problem. But yes, I'll let you know if… there's actually someone." He clears up his throat, "If one of us wants to stop, we should stop." 

"Yeah," Jimin murmurs, "Yeah, thank you." 

"Is there anything else you want to add to that list of yours?" Yoongi asks, "Because I have something in the oven that I think you might just like." 

Jimin's eyes widen, and his entire body perks up. "Is that why I'm smelling meat?" His eyes are literally shining in anticipation.

The elder one nods, "I roasted pork. I think it's ready. We should have dinner together." Yoongi starts to wear his slippers when Jimin moves to grab his arm, "What?" 

"I just have a few more…" Jimin giggles awkwardly, hoping he won't piss Yoongi off. He highly doubts that he would though. "We'll eat after, hm?" 

"Fine." Yoongi sits back down, "What else?" 

Jimin rubs his forehead, hesitating a little. He turns to Yoongi saying, "No more kisses."

"Bro," Yoongi looks so defeated like his entire life just crumbled down in front of him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" 

And actually, Jimin also hates this rule. He really does because God, Yoongi kisses him so freaking good. There's this thing that Yoongi does with his tongue that just clouds Jimin's head big time. 

But Jimin just wants the sex. The "no strings attached" type of sex. 

"I really hope I am." Jimin shrugs, 

Yoongi, still deeply frustrated about it, moves closer to Jimin. "Can I plead though? I mean, how can I not kiss you?" He asks while his hands are doing all the job of expressing his disappointment. "That's torture, Jimin-ah." 

Jimin sighs, pushing Yoongi away very gently. It took him a few seconds to get swayed. Yoongi got him just by the look on his face. And maybe the way the elder's lips formed into a small pout. Jimin's not so proud of it but he nods, "Alright but kisses are only to be made when we're having sex." 

"So we can't make out? Like casually? You mean, I can't kiss you when you're a little too close to me and my gut just tells me to kiss you?" He literally does sound like a child negotiating with Jimin. It is so much like how Jimin's students talk to him. It does not even look like he's doing those puppy eyes intentionally. "Dude, I love kisses. Don't you?" 

Jimin tries to bite back his laughter but it betrays him miserably. He giggles, loudly, "I really didn't expect this kind of behavior from you but hey, kinda cute." 

Yoongi blinks multiple times, acting even cuter. "Does cute work on you?" 

"Yoongi, no offense but you look dumb right now." He laughs so loudly that he starts squeaking. "But yes, it does. Oh my gosh." Jimin catches his breath first before throwing a light punch on the elder's shoulder. "Fine, kisses are allowed but no cuddling and hand-holding. You know, those couple's things." 

"Alright, as long as kisses are safe." Yoongi pats his knees before pulling himself up to stand. He turns to Jimin, offering his hand. "Let's go eat dinner." 

Jimin's eyes fall on Yoongi's hand and then back to Yoongi's eyes. He raises a brow, "I just said no hand-holding." 

Yoongi rolls his eyes and Jimin's pretty certain it is the first time he has seen the elder do that. "I'm just gonna help you get your ass up from the couch." 

"Okay, fine. What a gentleman you are." Jimin reaches for Yoongi's hand and just allows the elder to pull him up. He did let go immediately as soon as Jimin got on his feet. Yoongi holds his gaze for a second before Jimin puts his hands on his shoulder to turn him around. "The food is waiting and my tummy is excited. Let's go!" 

The elder one chuckles, shaking his head. "You never say no to food." 

"I mean, who does?" 

***

"Fuck," Jimin breathes out, craning his neck to expose more of himself to Yoongi. The elder smiles against the softness of Jimin's skin, nipping just right below his ear. "Yoongi," 

"Hmm?" Yoongi hums, placing a kiss on Jimin's jaw before pulling away. He rests his hands on Jimin's waist while his thumb is drawing imaginary shapes. "What?" 

Jimin's cheeks rise, seeing their situation right now funny. He places his hands on Yoongi's shoulder, sighing, "We're not going to get anything done if we're like this." 

Yoongi shrugs, "We got plenty of time. You said it yourself. You're jobless for two months." He leans his body more, pushing his crotch just against the younger's pelvic bone. He brushes off the strands of hair covering Jimin's face. "The backyard can wait." 

"You're a pain in my ass," Jimin whispers before pulling Yoongi by his nape and going in for a deep kiss. He wants it too obviously. It's like he goes to Yoongi's place knowing it's either they are going to eat all day or fuck… sometimes both. 

The elder chuckles, "Do you mean that quite literally?" 

"Maybe," 

Yoongi stares at him silently. He lets his hand travel to cup Jimin's ass. He squeezes the right cheek, "I'll try to be gentle today." 

But that's not really what Jimin means. Hell, Yoongi has always been careful and gentle. He touches Jimin with delicate hands. It's just that…

No words leave Jimin's mouth. Without warning, he drops to his knees, making a soft thud against the cold floor. He just looks up, meeting Yoongi's aroused gaze. He has never done it with Yoongi. It's always just a handjob before fucking. 

His hand settles on the garter of Yoongi's sweatshorts. He can see how the elder swallowed in anticipation. He's not dumb. He knows what Jimin is trying to do. So Yoongi runs his fingers through Jimin's locks. It is to somehow encourage the younger one to keep going. Jimin grins, pulling the elder's shorts down together with his briefs. Yoongi's half-hard length springs free and Jimin starts to stroke it lazily. 

He is fucking big. He's the biggest Jimin has ever had. 

Jimin takes it in, wetting the entire length of Yoongi's penis. He sucks on the tip lightly before twirling his tongue. A deep moan lets out of Yoongi's mouth. He is hard as rock already, feeling even more aroused when he sees how pretty Jimin is kneeling before him. The younger one hums, moving up and down. He moans under the weight of Yoongi's cock when Yoongi's fingers tighten on his hair. 

It gets more intense and hardcore when Yoongi starts to move along with Jimin. He thrusts gently, meeting Jimin's pace. The younger one starts to tear up when the tip of Yoongi's cock hits his throat. 

"Fuck, Jimin. You're so good." Yoongi groans. He breathes heavily as he starts to feel his release coming. "I— I'm gonna cum." 

"Go on," Jimin pulls away, not stopping from stroking Yoongi's length. "Cum on my face." 

Another cuss comes out of Yoongi's mouth as Jimin's hand strokes him faster. The elder thrusts on Jimin's hand, chasing his own release. Yoongi lets out a long, dragged moan as his juices spurt out right on Jimin's gorgeous face. 

Jimin chuckles, swiping his thumb across his lips and then licking it—tasting Yoongi. He hums, "Tastes good." He whispers to himself. 

Yoongi shakes his head, tucking his cock inside his underwear again before pulling Jimin up to stand. He turns them around, making Jimin sit on the stool. He grabs a piece of tissue from the counter, using it to clean Jimin's face. He laughs very lightly, "You're wild but cute." 

"I still got it. Sucking dicks was my talent back then." Jimin shrugs. He just lets Yoongi clean him up. He's still hard against his shorts but it's nothing too urgent right now. It's just oddly comforting having Yoongi cleaning him up. It's always his favorite part. 

"I haven't had my dick sucked that good before." Yoongi lowers his head, leveling his eyes on Jimin's. He smiles, "Fuck, you're pretty." 

The younger one giggles, "Oh, really? I'm flattered—with the dick-sucking thing. I already know I'm pretty." 

Yoongi places the tissue on the counter behind Jimin, using his knuckles to stroke the younger's cheek. His gaze settles on his lips. It's always so inviting. Always so plump and kissable. So he doesn't stop himself, leaning in to devour Jimin's lips. Jimin is more than happy to kiss him back, wrapping his arms easily around Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi's hands slowly lift Jimin's legs and guide them around his waist. With his strong hands, he completely lifts Jimin's body from the stool, carrying him in the middle of the house as they make out. 

A loud sound startles them both, Jimin almost jumping off of Yoongi and losing his balance but lucky for him, Yoongi is strong enough to keep them both still. Yoongi puts him down on his feet safely, his brows knitted together. He stares in the direction of his door. 

"Were you expecting someone?" Jimin asks quietly. His hands rested on Yoongi's broad chest. 

"No," Yoongi mumbles, 

The doorbell rings once again. A little more aggressive than before. No one moves though. Neither of them wants to accept the fact that someone just interrupted their business. Yoongi's phone rings right after and he has no choice but to peel away from Jimin's touch to get to his phone on the couch. 

Jimin just observes Yoongi's demeanor. He picks his phone up from the couch and Jimin watches his expression change from curious to rattled. He throws his phone on the couch again without answering his phone. 

"Hyung?!" A voice unfamiliar with Jimin shouts from behind the door. It's quite muffled but his knocks are loud. 

Yoongi runs to Jimin, "Yah, clean those up. Make sure there's no cum or anything. Please, Jimin-ah." 

"O-okay, okay. What's happening? Who's there?" Jimin starts to panic, 

"It's my brother, Jimin-ah." 

Jimin's eyes widen and his instinct is to run and cleans the countertop, the floor. Yoongi does the same. He walks back and forth and his eyes land on Jimin. "Yah! Go change your shirt." 

"What?" Jimin whisper-yells, "I didn't bring any shirt." 

Yoongi washes his palm on his face. "My closet. Just take any shirt long enough to cover your crotch. You're still fucking hard. I'm going to get the door." 

"Wait, what?!" Jimin asks but Yoongi just pushes him in the direction of his room. "Yoon—"

"Just go. My brother will give me hell if I don't open the door for him." 

"Hyung! Open up!" Yoongi's brother yells again, knocking even louder. 

"Fuck," Yoongi curses, "Just go. Come out when you're done changing." 

Then Yoongi turns around to check his house again. After he hears the door of his room close, he goes straight to the door. He lets out a deep breath before opening the door. 

"Hey—"

His words get cut off when a pair of hands are thrown at him, wrapping him in a hug. "Hyung! I missed you." He lets go of Yoongi and shows him a pout that the elder one can never resist ever since they were younger. "What took you so long to open the door? Didn't you miss your little brother?" 

Yoongi rolls his eyes, ruffling his brother's hair. "Of course, I missed you, little bun. I didn't expect you'll visit." 

The younger one shows a toothy grin. "It's a surprise. By the way, are you planning on making me stand here the entire day?" 

"Oh, right. Come in." Yoongi pries the door open. His eyes land on the duffel bag sitting on the floor. "You brought a bag with you." 

His brother giggles, picking it up before taking a step in. He removes his shoes, putting them aside while Yoongi shuts the door behind them. "I'm gonna stay here for a couple of days. Do you have a visitor around?" 

"Huh?" Yoongi blinks. He's sure he looks suspicious. 

"That's not your size." The younger one says, pointing at the pair of slides next to his shoes. "That's quite small for you." 

Yoongi coughs lightly, rubbing his nape. "Yeah, I have a friend over—oh, there he is." 

And Jimin appears from Yoongi's room. He's wearing a big ass shirt that goes down until his thigh. It almost covers his shorts too if Jimin hadn't tucked one side of it. He freezes when he sees Yoongi and a younger male in the middle of the house. 

They look so much alike. 

"Hi?" Jimin awkwardly waves his hand to Yoongi's brother. 

"Hi." The younger one greets back with a smile. 

Yoongi pats his brother's shoulder, "Uhm, Jimin—"

Yoongi's brother gasps, "Jimin. You're Jimin." Then he smiles, a knowing smile, "I've heard a lot about you. I'm Jungkook, Yoongi's little brother." 

Jimin walks forward, extending his hand to Yoongi's brother. "Nice to finally meet you, Jungkook. Your brother talked about you a lot." 

"Oh? I could say likewise." He shakes Jimin's hand. "It's nice to finally put a face on the name. Now I know why Yoongi hyu—"

"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi warns him, his voice turning deep. Jungkook closes his mouth though he still lets out a soft chuckle. 

They really do look alike, Jimin thinks.

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Jimin has never thought he will find himself in this situation. It's just something he has never imagined. Heck, he didn't even know it was possible for this thing to happen. 

"I'm glad Yoongi hyung found someone to make meals for." Jungkook shows off a smile, he gestures to Jimin, "It used to be me when I was in college." 

"Is that so? Must be nice to have an older brother." Jimin returns the smile before focusing on his meal again. Yoongi is just quietly sitting next to him. He doesn't give off any negative vibe but Jimin can tell Yoongi is not prepared for this either. 

Jungkook nods, "College was bearable because of him, really. Every weekend I would come to his place and just eat. You know how expensive food gets in uni. Lucky for me, hyung lives a few bus stops away from my dorm." 

"You didn't live with him?" 

"He didn't," Yoongi answers the question himself. "Well, I tried to offer but he was adamant that he's a complete grown-up who doesn't need any tending." 

"I was twenty and to be fair, I did consider living with you but you didn't live alone. You know I don't like to share my hyung." Jungkook shrugs, shoving a spoonful of rice in his mouth. A deadly stare makes him roll his eyes, "I didn't like sharing you with that person, sue me." 

That's when Jimin starts to feel left out and the thought of digging deeper penetrates his mind. It's tempting to ask just a simple "Person, who?" knowing too well that asking that will only make him even more curious and nosy. 

"By the way, your new home is nice, hyung. I mean, it finally has your touch." Jungkook looks around, a soft smile escaping from his lips. It's a proud smile, Jimin could tell. 

Yoongi shrugs, "Jimin helped me a lot." 

Those words just made Jimin's hand stop moving. "Let's just say, your brother needs a lot of guidance. But I'm happy to help. It exercises my creativity." 

Jimin insisted on washing the dishes— just like what he does all the time. Of course, Yoongi and Jungkook tried to stop him from doing so but he shrugged them off saying, "You two should catch up." 

Yoongi sighed, nodding as he already knew Jimin would not stop insisting. Jungkook, on the other hand, tried to steal the sponge from Jimin but Yoongi grabbed him by the ear. He said they need to talk. From where Jimin is doing the dishes, he could not hear what the two brothers were talking about. He just feels like a little intruder in there. 

"Yoongi?" He calls for him in a soft voice. He's kind of hiding behind the wall of the kitchen, hoping Yoongi hears him clearly. He does hear some footsteps and later on, the elder appears in front of him. 

With a smile, Yoongi touches Jimin's arm. "Hi." 

"Hi." Jimin breathes out, "I'm done with the dishes. I think— I should head home. I really don't want to be in your way."

"But you're not." The other says, frowning. He takes a step closer to Jimin, tilting his head to the side, "You can stay." 

"I know." Jimin raises his right hand and rests it on Yoongi's waist. "But I'd rather go home. Your brother is visiting. I know how much you missed him so I'll be out of your hair for a little while. Besides, I just live next to you. I can swing by anytime." 

Yoongi then nods in agreement. He pushes Jimin further back so the wall can fully cover them. Jimin giggles softly as he already understands, a kiss. He angles his face to give access and Yoongi leans in immediately for a soft, good-night kiss. 

But of course, Yoongi tries to get more kisses. 

"You have to stop." Jimin laughs, pushing Yoongi gently. "Your brother must be waiting. We don't want him walking on us like this, right? It's gonna get complicated." 

Sighing, Yoongi completely pulls away. "You're right. C'mon, I'll walk you to the door." 

Jimin looks around, trying to look for Jungkook as he walks by the living area. He finds Jungkook looking at the shelves with figurines Yoongi and he picked out from the shop. Jungkook acknowledges his presence quickly, turning his head to him and Yoongi who is just right beside him. 

The young man smiles at Jimin, "You're heading home already, hyung?". Then he chuckles, rubbing the back of his ear, "I hope you don't mind me calling you hyung though." 

Jimin looks at Yoongi for a while then goes back to Jungkook, "That's totally fine with me. I mean, I'm thrilled someone's calling me hyung. It's always me who calls everybody hyung." 

"Cool, then." 

"I'll just walk him to the door, Jungkook-ah. You can go and wash up if you'd like. There's a guest room upstairs. It could be dusty so… I don't know. You manage yourself and go." Yoongi is almost pushing Jungkook away with the tone of his voice. Although it's nowhere near being annoyed or demanding. 

"Fine," He winks at Jimin, "Goodnight, Jimin hyung. See you around." Then before Jimin could respond, the younger one sprints upstairs, even leaving his huge duffle bag on the floor. 

Jimin laughs, stunned for a little while. "Your brother is so much not like you." 

"I know. He's a brat and I'm not." 

"Partly, yes but I mean to say he's friendly." Jimin walks ahead, knowing Yoongi will put up a silly argument about what he said. "Goodnight, Yoongi." 

"Yah— goodnight." He hears Yoongi's voice fading as he closes the door. 

As usual, he leaves Yoongi's home with a smile on his face. It's silly. He's fully aware of that.

But it just feels good… smiling like that again.

***

It's not usually like this. Jimin doesn't exactly know when he started to check his phone the moment he opens his eyes from his slumber. 

Although, he knows it's usually to check if a certain someone left him a message.

A smile automatically appears on his face as he scrolls through his notifications and sees a couple of messages from Yoongi.

[from: neighbor friend:)]

good morning, jimin-ah :]

do you have plans for today?

i guess you're still sleeping, hm?

just get back to me when you wake up.

He also received some messages from his other friends.

[from: tete♡]

hey, dearest.

how are you?

i missed you a lot these days.

[from: namjoon hyung]

good morning, jimin.

would you mind watching moni for a few hours?

He does some stretching first before replying.

[to: neighbor friend:)]

good morning, hyung! 

i just woke up hehe ^^

what's up?

[to: tete♡]

:( i miss you

when will i see you in flesh though?

video calls aren't enough anymore.

[to: namjoon hyung]

morning, hyung!

i'd love to watch moni today.

are you going out with jin hyung?

Namjoon is the first to send a reply back. 

[from: namjoon hyung]

yes :)

actually, with hoseok too.

he's been bugging us to bring him out of town.

i hope that's alright with you.

[to: namjoon hyung]

i'm glad you're taking hoseok hyung out!!

he must be too stressed these days.

his business is going off. kinda tiring if you ask me keke

you can drop off moni any time today, Hyung

[from: namjoon hyung]

thank you, jiminie! 

would you like us to bring something on the way home? 

[to: namjoon hyung]

hotteok will do!!!! 

been craving for it :>

[from: namjoon hyung]

alright alright! 

Jimin gets off his bed, still holding his phone. Yoongi hasn't replied yet and obviously, he's been waiting for it. He washes his face and brushes his teeth. 

He stares at his reflection in the mirror and notices something that almost drains every droplet of blood in his body. His hand touches his neck, 

"Fuck, no way." He whispers under his breath. 

Yoongi gave him a freaking hickey and he didn't even notice it. He is in the middle of panicking when his phone chimes again.

[from: neighbor friend:)]

jungkook wants to look around

i was hoping you'd come with us :)

you know this place better than i do anyway

[to: neighbor friend:)]

where to tho?

i'm on moni sitting duty today tho

[from: neighbor friend:)]

jungkook said "literally anywhere, hyung"

so…?

i'm kinda hoping to see you today too

Who is Jimin to say no, right? Also, he will not deny it. He wants to see Yoongi too.

[to: neighbor friend:)]

alright.

there's a hidden park 5 mins walk away from here

[from: neighbor friend:)]

how come you haven't told me about that?

[to: neighbor friend:)]

HAHAHA see you in a while!

i'll be ready in an hour but we have to wait for moni

[from: neighbor friend:)]

that's fine with me

we'll prepare some snacks

see you, jiminie :]

After Jimin is done showering, he hears his doorbell going off. He immediately knows it's Namjoon because he expects no one aside from the elder. He quickly puts on a big shirt and sweatshorts before running down to get the door.

His hair is literally dripping wet, "Hey, hyung! Good morning." He greets Namjoon with a smile. The elder does the same, his dimples on full display as per usual. Moni is also wagging his tail because he just likes Jimin so much. 

"Good morning also, Jimin-ah. I'm really sorry for the short notice. We decided last minute that bringing Moni might not be the best idea. He gets nauseous in the car." Namjoon bends down a little to pet Moni's head. "He won't be much of trouble. He likes you." 

"I'm pretty excited to play with him." Jimin giggles, "Ah, Yoongi hyung's brother is in town and we're going to the hidden park. Can I bring Moni? I'll look after him, I promise." 

The elder chuckles, putting his hand inside his pocket while the other is still holding onto Moni's leash. "It's alright. Moni needs to exercise too. We'll be back after dinner, I guess. I also packed some food for him so you'll be fine for the rest of the day. Just don't forget to give him water."

"Yeah, everything's noted, hyung. Don't worry." Jimin takes Moni's leash from Namjoon's hand and the tote bag he is wearing on his shoulder. "Yoongi hyung's also a vet just in case you don't remember. Moni is going to be fine with us."

"I see he's also a bit of a vampire." 

Jimin can tell he is frowning and giving an intense confused look. 

Namjoon shrugs, chuckling. "You might have to conceal that bad boy up. Looks kinda scary if you ask me." He says, pointing at Jimin's neck. 

"No need to be embarrassed about it, Jimin-ah. I gotta get going." Namjoon waves his hand, walking backward. "See you later!"

"I— take care, hyung!" 

He looks as red as a tomato for sure. 

***

"Is Jungkook always like that?" Jimin asks while his eyes are fixated on the younger man who's trying to fit himself in the slide that's obviously made for toddlers.

Yoongi turns to Jungkook's direction and the softest chuckle comes right out of his lips. "He likes to think he's still a kid. He does that most of the time."

The moment they got into the park, Jungkook somehow transformed into a child—not physically, though. He left the bag with their food on the wooden table and ran off. 

"Moni is much more in his best behavior than my 25-year-old brother." Yoongi shrugs. He continues to take out the food they prepared after Jimin had laid down the cloth he brought. There are sandwiches, chips, and sliced fruits. It's nowhere near the aesthetic type that the younger ones prefer but it's beautiful and peaceful. 

Jimin sticks to his job—keeping an eye out for Moni. The dog is too quiet of a dog though. He has the same energy as Namjoon. He doesn't play fetch as much because he's smart. Jimin's almost confident that Moni can even solve puzzles. 

"He's such a cutie. Though, I might have to walk him around later on." Jimin replies, rubbing Moni's neck. 

It's a sunny day out. It is just the perfect time to be out in the sun, chilling at the park, and playing with dogs. Jimin has never imagined himself doing this. At least not with people who are not Taehyung. 

"Hyung! Look, I can still do monkey bars." Jungkook yells from a distance. The park is not as big as other parks are. It's just a small one. The park used to be fun and families would gather around there but as years passed, kids preferred to stay in their gadgets. Jungkook hangs both of his legs on the bar, his head almost touches the ground because he's so tall. A silly smile is plastered on his face, giggles, and wohoos.

Yoongi can't help but shake his head. "Just come here when you're hungry, Koo." 

So it ends up, Yoongi and Jimin are alone at the table. Their packed lunch boxes and a bottle of juice are their company.

Their setup is obviously weird and far from idealistic but Jimin likes it. He likes how he gets to hang out with Yoongi and Jungkook is a bonus. He's happy that he's a step closer to Yoongi but it's a tad bit terrifying. 

That if he gets too close…

"You're wearing a turtleneck." Yoongi suddenly points out. He straightens his back, resting his chin on his palm. 

"Yeah, and?" Jimin tries to play it cool. 

Yoongi smirks, "It's summer. And you're sweating." 

After an awfully long minute of eye contact, Jimin heaves a sigh and tries not to break a single chuckle. "There's a uhh—" He struggles to finish. Eventually, he slips two fingers under the knitted piece of clothing, exposing his right neck. "A horrendous hickey from you. Thank you very much." 

What Jimin does not expect is Yoongi swinging his head back while his eyes disappear, laughing. He took three seconds to look at the hickey on Jimin's neck and he's almost falling off of his seat. He wheezes when he laughs and his shoulders move frantically too. 

"I'm—" He cannot even talk coherently because he thinks this is just too funny. "I'm sorry that looks really… God, I did that?!" 

Out of instinct, Jimin playfully hits Yoongi's arm just to shut him up. Although Jungkook is a little busy with the swing, Jimin is just not comfortable with the younger one hearing their conversation. Especially when Yoongi's laugh can get everyone's attention if they weren't alone in the park. 

"You did! I tried the cold spoon method I saw online but it only reduced the bruise a little. Concealer didn't give it justice so yeah, turtle neck it is." Jimin puffs his cheeks. "I just hope Jungkook won't ask about it. You want some juice?" 

"Yeah, thanks. Also, knowing Jungkook, he might already have found it weird that you're wearing a turtleneck but he's too preoccupied so he might just not give a fuck about it." Yoongi takes a paper plate and puts two small sandwiches on it before placing it near Jimin. "Have some sandwiches. I'm not so sure if you had breakfast but I guess you didn't." 

"You're right, I didn't." The younger one chuckles, somehow covering up the sudden warm feeling of Yoongi offering him food. "You should eat too. I don't want to eat alone." 

Yoongi shrugs, "Fine. Let's open a bag of chips. What do you like?" 

Without a doubt, Jimin reaches for the honey butter chips. He just likes it. He remembers arguing with Taehyung about a stupid bag of chips. They were 19 at that time, very new to college. Taehyung didn't want to ask for money from his mom and Jimin bought some snacks with the money he earned from tutoring. Of course, Jimin bought the honey butter chips for himself with the intention of sharing some with Taehyung but when he got home from a night class, the other already ate more than half the bag of chips. It's very ideal to end their friendship right there and then.

Taehyung. Jimin suddenly remembers Taehyung. He quickly lets go of the chips and fishes for his phone in his pocket. But none, still no reply from Taehyung.

"What? Everything alright?" Yoongi asks, quite worried. "Your forehead is creasing." 

The younger one takes a deep breath, "I just. Taehyung hasn't responded to my texts yet so… but I'm pretty sure his sleeping schedule is messed up once again. He'll get back to me when he wakes up." 

"He'll sure do. Let's eat first." Yoongi gives him another of his reassuring smiles. 

Jimin had already finished five of those sandwiches and almost half of the honey butter chips when Jungkook decided to take a break and join the two older guys. Moni had also been fed with the food Namjoon prepared for him. 

"Tired?" Jimin asks, his way of striking up a conversation with the younger male. 

Jungkook laughs, nodding. "Yeah, but it's fun. I didn't know I'd have that much fun given that I'm alone." 

"And that didn't get you to pause and rethink that you're too old to even fit on the slide?" Yoongi is now holding Moni's leash, petting him. He told Jimin a few minutes ago that he'll play catch with Moni when Jungkook comes back. "You, keep Jimin company, and don't bore him out. I'll just play with Moni for a while." 

The youngest one snorts before shoving the sandwich in his mouth. "If he survived you, he'll survive me. I'm a lot more fun to be with." 

Jimin laughs at this, earning a cute frown and a little pout from his neighbor. "Go. The young ones will chat." 

"That's good." Jungkook cackles. 

It started really fun, making these jokes about Yoongi and teasing him. Until Jungkook sets down the tone. It's somehow something Jimin cannot decipher either.

"God, he was an ass when we were young. He'd always rat me out to our parents. I remember I was too tired from soccer practice so I didn't get to join them for dinner. I woke up in the middle of the night, rummaging through the fridge. I saw this container of rolled eggs. I ate all of them. When I woke up, Yoongi hyung was beside eomma grinning like a little devil. Turns out he saw me leave my bed and he followed me into the kitchen." Jungkook smiles bitterly. "I got angry at him, of course. We fought a lot after that. I called him names a lot of times too. I was what? Six? Seven? Just too young." 

"But you two are close now. I guess he didn't mind all of those after all." Jimin replies with the most gentle voice he can use. 

Jungkook nods, his eyes catching a glance of Yoongi running around with Moni. "We don't talk about this one anymore but we got separated when our parents got divorced. I went with mom and Yoongi hyung… he stayed with dad. He went on about who's going to take care of appa. Appa didn't know a single thing about household chores but hyung does. Eomma really made sure that his two boys know how to work around the house—from cleaning the bathroom floors to preparing a soulful meal." 

Jimin cannot utter a single word. He also doesn't feel like he needs to. Clearly, Jungkook still has a lot to say.

"It was a pretty bad divorce. My mom almost fought for custody but Yoongi hyung, as young as thirteen, told my mom " Eomma, I know that appa has done so much damage to all of us but I don't want him to ruin himself too. I'll stay with him and you got Jungkook. I'll be fine with appa." but it actually felt like he was alone. Appa did give him money though. That man was married to his work, that's why he couldn't be a husband to our mother." Jungkook sighs, he takes the water beside him and takes a small sip. "Eomma took all her willpower to change my name from Min to Jeon. I was mad. I thought it would make me and Yoongi hyung less brothers than we were. It was tough, really. I thought I was the one who got hurt the most because I was too young and vulnerable. I didn't realize that Yoongi hyung, being a little older, got hurt a hundred times worse than me."

"Eventually, he moved out of our dad's house to study in Seoul. He worked two jobs just to survive. He didn't like asking from eomma and most especially from appa. Starting his second year in university, he was a mess. He just fell into a blackhole that ruined him. Every time I get to see him, there's a new bruise or wound. He didn't smile as often as he does right now. He's just starting to get happy again." The younger one lightly bumps Jimin's arm. "Thank you for making him less lonely. I can tell this place is good for him." 

Chapter Text

"You didn't even tell me you're just gonna be here for two days." Yoongi says as soon as Jungkook comes out with his duffle bag. "Are you already needed at your work?" 

Jungkook sighs, placing his bag down and joining Yoongi and Jimin in the kitchen. The youngest of the three personally knocked on Jimin's door to invite him for breakfast. That's also when he broke the news he's leaving. 

"Yeah, the clinic lacks doctors, apparently. I have to fill in for Kyeom tomorrow." Jungkook leans on the countertop. "Also, I butted heads with Yugyeom 'cos I missed our practice."

Jimin stares at Yoongi and as if Yoongi understands, "Jungkook is a dentist. He also has this little band with his friends from college. They're cool." 

"You should check us out, hyung. We post our performances online. Well, we're not totally earning from it. Just relieves us from stress we got from work." Jungkook explains, "Also, aren't I the coolest doc you've seen?" 

He chuckles, "You are! I mean, I'm quite shocked but it's so cool. What kind of a duo are you two? A vet and a dentist." 

"Yeah, and we don't even fit the stereotypical description of those." Yoongi brings out the pie he made. "C'mon let's eat. Jungkook will have to hit the road in about an hour." 

Jimin stands to bring them plates then sits right next to Yoongi. "Next time you visit, let's go to the flower field. It's a bit far so we'll need your car." He jokes out. 

Jungkook grins, nodding. "I like that idea. Don't you have a strawberry farm here somewhere?" 

"It's next town. Visit your hyung again so we can go there together." It's actually Jimin's way of encouraging Jungkook to visit more often. Is it overstepping? He's not thinking about that right at the moment. 

Yoongi clears his throat, raising both of his brows. "Who knows? We might also go kart racing. I looked it up." 

The younger brother's eyes are sparkling. He's such a sucker for these types of adventures. He and Yoongi are so different when it comes to this stuff. Jungkook always likes to feel young and free. He likes to explore. 

"Hyung, I'll arrange my next work leave once I get back. Do you want something from Seoul? The back massager, you say?" Jungkook acts so excited. He's almost bouncing in his seat. Contrary to his full-sleeve tattoos and piercings, Jungkook is so much like a kid. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes, "Fine the back massager." And Jimin's sure he heard Jungkook muttering "old" under his breath which made him laugh lightly.

***

"Have a safe trip, Jungkook-ah!" Jimin waves at him from Yoongi's patio. The elder one insisted on bringing Jungkook's bag to the car so Jimin decided to just stay by the patio, giving the two brothers their own moment. Even though none of them dares to say it, they really missed each other so much.

"I'll keep in touch, Jimin hyung." Jungkook smiles at him, waving back. 

The two talk for a while then Jungkook throws himself at Yoongi for a hug before he gets in his car. Yoongi doesn't leave his place until Jungkook's car is already out of sight. 

"Hey," Yoongi sighs after jogging his way back to Jimin. 

Jimin tilts his head sideways, smiling. "Hey, there. You look really happy." 

"I really am." He then guides Jimin back into his house, resting his hand on the younger's waist. "Wanna watch something?" 

And Jimin responds with a knowing chuckle. Of course, they won't only be watching. 

***

"That's it? Really?" Yoongi laughs against his pillow. He's still in his bed, naked underneath the blanket. His hair is all over the place, and his face looks tired and worn out but damn, he looks so good.

Jimin rolls his eyes as he slips himself into his boxers. He takes a quick look at the clock beside him before looking back at Yoongi. "You know how this goes, Yoongi. We've talked about this." 

The elder one sighs heavily, "Are you sore?"

"Why? You wanna go at it again?" Jimin raises a brow. He playfully smiles at Yoongi, unaware that the elder's cock is solid hard once again. Jimin doesn't continue changing. He just holds onto his shirt with one hand, waiting for Yoongi to give his answer.

"But are you sore?" Yoongi asks, once again. He rolls over, to entirely face Jimin while fixing the blanket to cover his body up. 

Jimin bites his lip and without wasting another second, he drops his shirt on the floor before climbing on the bed again. "Fuck, if I'm sore. I can handle it." He mutters as his face comes close to Yoongi and the elder happily pulls him in for a heated kiss.

They kiss for what seems like forever but they both like it. It turns out they are both suckers for kisses. They can go at it for hours and still be wanting more. Then their kiss becomes slow with lots of tongues involved. 

"How do you want me?" Yoongi asks against Jimin's collarbones, his arms snaking around the younger's small back. He ducks down, targeting the erected nipple of Jimin, sucking it with full satisfaction. 

A soft hum comes out of Jimin's mouth, "I wanna ride you this time." 

Yoongi's mouth leaves Jimin's nipple for a second, replacing it with his fingers, and gently pinching it. "I should loosen you up first, hm?" 

But Jimin is quick to shake his head. "I'm still loose enough, Yoongi. Pass me the condom and lube?" Before Yoongi could react, Jimin already kissed away the worry on his face. "Hurry if you don't want me to leave you painfully hard and naked right now." 

"Ugh, fine." Yoongi leans in for a peck before twisting toward his bedside table, reaching for the bottle of lube and a packet of condoms. "Scoot over for a minute." He whispers, 

The younger one moves his leg back, allowing Yoongi to do his thing. Jimin always wanted to put a condom on Yoongi but the elder just feels it's faster if he does it himself. When the truth is he doesn't want to cum a lot faster than usual. Jimin's touch, he's addicted to it. He loves it. So he's sure as hell one direct touch of Jimin's hand to his cock will finish the game.

"Alright, c'mon, baby." He mutters as he gently takes Jimin's arm to guide him to sit on his dick. "I'm all yours now." 

I'm all yours now. 

It takes so much from Jimin to shrug those words off. Each day that passes and each moment that he spends with Yoongi, it messes up with his brain. Yoongi is a precious gem and Jimin knows that. Every time he lays his eyes on Yoongi, it gets more and more difficult.

The lines seem too blurred now.

"Yeah, that's it." Yoongi encourages him, one hand on the younger's petite waist and the other cupping Jimin's jaw. He can feel Jimin's pace losing its rhythm and he's panting louder as each thrust passes. "C'mon, baby. Just a little more." 

"Hyung," He chokes out, "Yoon— I'm close, so close." 

Jimin breathes heavily against Yoongi's chest. His body refuses to move. Yoongi is still inches deep inside him and it just feels so bizarre. He has his arms wrapped around Yoongi's shoulders when he shouldn't be. They finished ten minutes ago and neither of them moved a single inch. Jimin knows he's the one who'll break it. He should.

"Why don't you stay? You're tired—"

"No," Jimin's voice comes out hoarse and it's not because of the moans, screams, grunts. "I just need a second. I'll leave." 

No matter what, he'll leave.

That tastes bitter coming out of his mouth. Because truth be told, he wishes he could stay.

***

"I missed you," Hoseok says with that infamous smile of his. He places a cup of hot choco in front of Jimin and an iced americano for himself. "But this is weird." 

"What's weird?"

Hoseok shrugs, "You don't find it weird? You are in my house, Jiminie. That rarely happens. Especially now that Yoo—" 

"Alright, alright." Jimin stops him, his hands suspended in the air. His face says it all. He's in deep shit.

"Fine, talk to me. What is this about?" 

Jimin puffs his cheek as he makes himself look small by hugging himself. "This definitely would end up in a disaster. I shouldn't have agreed to any of this. Fuck, this is— hyung, this isn't right at all." 

"Hey, hey." Hoseok pulls his chair closer to Jimin and rests his hand on the younger one's shoulder. "We'll take this slow hm? Why don't you tell me everything and I'll help you figure this out? Just calm down for me." 

"There are rules. We set boundaries." He starts, "I insisted on making those rules but I'm starting to get pissed at those rules. I just— I wanted to stay that night." 

The silence between Hoseok and Jimin is deafening. The elder lets himself take Jimin's words in and analyze them. "Jimin, you're falling for him." 

"Which I shouldn't be. This was supposed to be just sex, hyung." 

Hoseok smiles at him, sadly. "You know you can stop, right?" 

“But I don’t want to.” 

"I like it when I'm with him, hyung. If sex keeps us together, then so be it. I know how fucked up these all seem. I know I sound ridiculous. I know, I am a mess." Jimin continues and every word he says adds weight to his chest. "But I just want him close."

***

Jimin screams. Loudly. He is quick to run towards the person he misses the most. "Taehyung! Oh my God!" He doesn't care much as he throws himself to his best friend, wrapping him in a tight hug. 

Taehyung almost loses his balance but luckily, his feet are planted on the ground to keep his balance. "Hey, I know you miss me but I didn't know this much." He chuckles loudly as he returns the hug.

"You fucking idiot hasn't been returning my texts." It might have been unexpected but Jimin's lips start to quiver and tears are pooling in his eyes. "I missed you so much and I was worried about you."

"I'm sorry. Some bastard broke my phone. It's a long story but I will surely tell you every detail later on." Taehyung pulls away just enough to see Jimin's face, his arms still wrapped around his best friend's body. He wipes away the tears that had just escaped the elder's eye and smiles. "How are you?"

Jimin sighs, "Let's come inside and I'll tell you, hm? You look cute with your curly hair." He giggles, twirling his best friend's freshly permed hair as they walk inside Jimin's home. 

"So what's up? I heard you're caught in a turmoil and yes, I traveled for hours for this so you better tell me now." Taehyung pats the space beside him. "Sit here. I don't need to eat yet so you don't have to worry about me. I know you're longing for our cuddles too." 

And Jimin just could not say no to him. For the longest time, Taehyung has been his comfort person for the longest time. He knows what to do at the mere change in Jimin's breathing. He knows when to and not to hold his best friend's hand. Taehyung is the only person who knows Jimin so well. 

"You're such a baby. That will never change." He laughs seeing Jimin look at him with that familiar I am going to cry look. 

He snuggles himself on Taehyung's shoulder, hooking both of his legs on the younger's lap. "I'm glad you're here, Taetae. I feel better now." 

"I know, dear. My soulmie senses were tingling even before I decided to visit." He sighs, "This is about Yoongi, isn't it?" 

"It is." 

"Tae, I'm scared it might happen again." 

***

After spending the entire day catching up with Taehyung, he called the other guys for dinner. They all decided to meet at Hoseok's diner. 

"Did you invite him?" Taehyung asks while watching Jimin from his reflection in the mirror. He insisted on washing up and changing his clothes even after cuddling with Jimin. He somehow did not think of it earlier. 

Jimin looks back at him, shrugging. "Should I?" 

"I mean, I'd love to meet him." Taehyung turns around, finally facing him for real. "I wanna see for myself." 

"You're such a menace." 

Taehyung walks up to him to ruffle his hair, "Jimin, you can't avoid him much longer. You're lucky he didn't come knocking on your door today. Also, you've been ignoring his messages. At least give the man something that would ease his balls." 

With a criminal offensive eye roll, Jimin finally gives in. "Fine, I'll invite him."

***

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Yoongi ssi." Taehyung greets him with a sly grin on his face. He eyes Jimin, subtly lifting his brow. "So, does Jimin talk about me?" 

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle, catching a glimpse of Jimin who is awfully awkwardly focused on his plate. "A lot of times actually. He only talks about you." 

"Aw, that makes me feel special." Taehyung touches his chest, which is predictable knowing he's such a dramatic. "So I suppose, you know how close we are, hm?"

"I'm well aware and have been fully briefed about that." He smiles, buffing his chest out a little before leaning back on his chair to get comfortable. 

"I bet Yoongi already knows almost everything about Jimin, Tae. They spend an awful lot of time together. If I were you, I'd be worried." Seokjin comments, shrugging while making a teasing face. His husband laughs beside him, mumbling some words that Jimin's ears could not pick up.

Hoseok moves his head forward, seeking Taehyung's attention. He sighs loudly, "Even I, couldn't be that." Because it's already well known that Hoseok and Jimin are the closest. "And he says, I'm his favorite?" 

"Yah!" Jimin giggles, "Why is this suddenly all about me?" 

Taehyung nudges him lightly, "Well, you're solely the reason why I visited. I mean, not entirely because I really looked forward to Hobi hyung's diner and also Jin hyung's cookies." 

"Should I be offended, there's nothing of me that you look forward to?" Namjoon hisses although his eyes could confirm it's a joke and nothing serious.

"Maybe on my next visit." Just like how it has always been, Taehyung's sass still makes the entire table cackle.

Jimin might find it a bit overwhelming that Yoongi's hand has been resting on his thigh for almost ten minutes. It doesn't move a lot but it's there. It's like Yoongi's way of seeking comfort from Jimin because this whole thing is surely staggering.

"Oh, good! The dessert is here." Hoseok breaks the noise, clapping his hands twice when his new server approaches their table. 

Jimin gasps, "Is this new?" 

"It's been on the menu for a while." Namjoon answers him,

"But since someone doesn't get his breakfast here anymore, he obviously doesn't know." Seokjin makes a funny face at Jimin. "This is really good. You guys should try it." 

As each of them get their own serving, "Oh wait, Jimin, my dear. There's–" Taehyung cuts himself off when he turns and witnesses something that also made his own tummy churn.

"Yeah, mangoes." Jimin quietly says, leaning back on the chair while Yoongi finishes removing every bit and slice of mango in his cup. "Thanks, hyung." 

"No worries." Yoongi squeezes his leg gently, "That should be fine for you, hm?"

That simple gesture honestly knocked out every fighting soul in Jimin's system. And it also made their table eerily quiet.

***

"I feel like you're worried about nothing, Min." Taehyung suddenly says just before Jimin could drift to sleep. His eyes swing open, quietly listening to what more his best friend could say. "You look good together." 

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle, "I think you missed the whole point, Taetae. I wasn't worried about that." 

Taehyung snuggles closer to Jimin, almost wrapping his arms around the other's body. It's really an unsaid rule for them to sleep together in one bed whenever Taehyung comes to visit. They just started doing it. "I know but I feel like it should be said. You both look like cats… kittens, actually. So cute." 

"Is that all? I'm going to sleep." Jimin slightly turns his head to see Taehyung behind him but it's quite dark to see anything. He knows though that his best friend is smiling.

"He likes you." 

Jimin nods, "I can feel it. I know it." 

"You do?" 

The elder hums, nodding to himself, "It is obvious. He's bad at hiding it." 

"No. I don't think that's what is happening. He's good at showing it, Jimin." Taehyung breathes out, "He pays attention to you; your likes and dislikes. You may not notice it but you two move in sync. It's really cute and I'm happy to see you have someone like that." 

Jimin stays quiet for a while, letting his best friend's words slowly sink into his brain. 

"Are you sure you don't want to tell him about your feelings?" Taehyung asks, 

"I'm not sure, Taetae. This is all too overwhelming for me." 

"I understand." Then Taehyung does that thing Jimin loves. He moves his hand over to Jimin's chest and gently taps it. This always helps soothe Jimin. "But can I just tell you one thing?" 

"Is this something related to the past? Because I'd want you to really hold me tightly for that." He tries to joke out. 

But he feels Taehyung's arms getting tighter around him. 

"Yoongi is not like him, Jimin. You have to let go of the past." 

Jimin knows that. Yoongi is not like him .

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Jimin is so out of it. After Taehyung's visit, he finds himself even more confused and frustrated than he already was before. He knows how unfair it is for Yoongi. He knows that avoiding the elder is such a stupid and immature move. 

Is it a sin that Jimin is too scared to get too close? 

Or maybe he's scared to hurt him.

He lays there, openly staring at his plain ceiling. The mental images of Yoongi cooking for him, massaging his head, and even smiling at him, would not leave his brain. An unfamiliar feeling in his stomach hits him. 

He misses Yoongi. 

He does, really. He doesn't entirely ignore the elder but he takes longer minutes, hours even to reply to his messages. There were offers of coming over left and right from Yoongi and Jimin is running out of reasons as to why he can't. 

It's almost 5 am and Jimin still hasn't gotten any good sleep. He knows he's spiraling. Those days where he can't sleep until the sun is out or until he's drop-dead tired are back. They're back for similar reasons but entirely different circumstances and people. 

He finds himself taking a stroll out in the neighborhood. He kind of misses this. Ever since he and Yoongi happened, his pre-sunrise walks were forgotten. He doesn't even go for a quick run anymore. That's supposedly his escape and therapeutic activity.

A walk toward one of his comfort places, the bridge. 

"Fancy seeing you here." 

Jimin's feet stop in their tracks. 

"Yoongi," He breathes out lightly, his eyes focused on the elder's. 

Yoongi gives him that same warm smile again. He moves a little to the side, gesturing to Jimin to come closer. Jimin follows without second thoughts. 

"Couldn't sleep?" Yoongi asks softly. His voice is so nice that it brings warmth to Jimin's chest. "You look like a mess." 

"I am." Jimin moves a step closer, absentmindedly leaning his shoulder on Yoongi's. "I also feel like a mess." 

"Would you mind telling me?" 

Jimin turns to him, smiling tightly but his eyes are sad. He just couldn't put his feelings into words. "Maybe soon. Not now." 

"I understand." Then Jimin feels a warm touch on his waist. The touch feels good enough to be a hug. He finally feels Yoongi close again. "I missed you." 

I missed you too.

But those words couldn't quite escape his lips.

***

"Should we go somewhere over the weekend?" Yoongi brings it up. 

The younger one turns his head to him, and sees him still reading the book Namjoon recommended to him. He looks cute with a book in his hand and his glasses resting on his nose. Jimin smiles to himself at the image of Yoongi. "What's this weekend?" 

Yoongi lowers his book, looking back at Jimin. He pushes his lower lip out, humming. "Nothing. There's really nothing new here, right? Also, Taehyung stayed here for a week, and even though we're neighbors, we didn't see each other much." 

"We see each other often now," Jimin says… more like questions. "But if you have a place in mind, then I'll come with you." 

Yoongi uncrosses his legs, closes his book, and removes his glasses; all simultaneously. He leans closer although Jimin is on the other side of the living area. The younger one raises a brow and Yoongi lets out a sigh. "No, I don't have a place in mind." 

"Then why are we—?"

"A date, Jimin. I want to take you out on a date." Yoongi cuts straight to the point. He sighs, "Will you go on a date with me?" 

***

"Was this really your plan, huh?" Jimin smiles in awe. He turns to Yoongi, "How did you get them to say yes?" 

Yoongi juggles the keys in his hand, putting his other hand inside his pocket. He looks extremely good at this particular moment. His long black hair is slicked back, tucking the strands behind his ear. His face is glowing as the sun hits him so gorgeously. Yoongi shrugs, "Just told them I'm taking you out on a date. Did the trick." Then he winks, 

Jimin shakes his head, still finding it utterly ridiculous. Yoongi made Namjoon and Seokjin agree to lend them their car. "Where are we going though? It must be somewhere far away if you managed to borrow a car."

The elder one walks up to him and he's being completely honest, he almost forgets to breathe. He knows Yoongi is beautiful but he is indescribably gorgeous. Plus, he smells so good as usual. Yoongi teasingly leans toward Jimin, stopping just a few centimeters away from Jimin's face. He smirks because obviously, he noticed how the younger one took a gulp. "Just get in the car, Jimin-ah. You'll see." 

Jimin lost count of how many times he had stared at Yoongi during the entire ride. His hands were on the wheel, his fingers absentmindedly tapping through the beat of the song Jimin chose. His sleeves are pulled up to his elbow, exposing his toned forearm. He is pale but then his elbows are pinkish which usually doesn't concern normal people but Jimin… He's convinced that he might be somehow mentally challenged. Who even gets hyper-fixated on pink elbows? 

Just as he thought things won't be as bad as it could be, Yoongi decided to undo a button, exposing more of his chest. 

God, how can a plain white button-down shirt be sinful? 

"I know this song." Yoongi mutters then he suddenly smiles, "Jungkook sang this when we went out for drinks."

And maybe that's also one of the reasons why Jimin is absolutely jammed. Yoongi is not just a gorgeous man. He loves his brother so much. It's been three weeks since Jungkook's visit and also Jimin learned a bit of Yoongi's past. Honestly, it was a little hard for Jimin to wrap his head around that information. 

How can a hurt and pained guy still have the most beautiful soul? 

"A penny for your thoughts?" Yoongi glances at him and then focuses back on the road.

"Just some random stuff." Jimin clears his throat, wrapping his hand on his seatbelt. "How do giraffes sleep?" 

Yoongi blurts out a loud laugh that echoes all around the car. His eyes are still on the road but he point's a Jimin with his thumb, still laughing. "That definitely is random." 

Jimin starts to laugh along too as he knows that stupid question masks every other question he has in mind. "Told you, random. I'm also just really curious though."

The elder hums, "Giraffes are honestly very interesting. They're unlike us, humans. Ideally, we need 7-8 hours of sleep in order to maintain full function for the entire day but giraffes only sleep for 30 minutes at a maximum." 

"I read somewhere that they even stand while sleeping." Jimin almost turns his entire body, showing more interest now. 

"That's true but recent studies also show that they have an interesting way of sleeping. They fold their legs under their body, but mostly keep their necks held high." Yoongi tucks the random strands of hair bothering his sight behind his ear. 

God, he's hot.

"Smartass." 

Yoongi cackles, "You asked, darling." 

"Where are we going though? For real this time. We've been on the road for an hour already." Jimin looks out the window, seeing an unfamiliar view to him. "Are you sure we're not lost?" 

"We're almost there. You have to trust me, Jimin." He says it in a way that Jimin's heart suddenly jumps and flutters. He can feel his cheeks burn up a little so he looks away, focusing on the road. 

He gasps when he sees the bluish color of the sea. Even with the windows closed, he feels like he could hear the waves hitting the rocks. The sea is always amazing for Jimin. There's something in him that gushes like a little kid whenever he's near the sea. 

"Are we going to the beach?" He turns to Yoongi, trying to be gentle as he excitedly hits the elder's arm. His ass can't even sit tight on his seat—like he's about to shoot out of it. 

Yoongi smiles, "Just a few minutes more, Jimin. We'll get there. Behave for me now." 

As soon as Yoongi puts the gearshift in park, Jimin comes running toward the beach. He's jumping as he feels the sand under his feet. But he's not quite satisfied. He removed his shoes so he could feel the sand directly against his feet. 

"You're enjoying this quite well." Yoongi says from behind him. He's standing with the widest smile, crossing his arms over his chest. "I made the right choice."

Jimin calls him, waving his hand. "Come here! Come here! Remove your shoes. Play in the sand with me." 

Yoongi is not someone who's fond of seas or beaches. He hates how cold the breeze gets. He hates how the sand clings to the skin. He also hates how the water is always freezing cold. He doesn't like how his skin turns sticky and dry after playing with water.

He hates the beach.

But watching Jimin enjoy every little thing about the beach and the sea makes him giddy inside. The smile and giggles he gets from Jimin hit different. His heart swells as Jimin's eyes sparkle as he jumps and runs around the beach. 

"Yoongi! The water feels so nice. Come here with me." Jimin calls him again the second time. 

Usually, Yoongi will do anything to stay far away from the beach but Jimin makes it too easy for him to remove his shoes and run on the sand until his feet feel the familiar cold water he hates the most. 

"Cold." Yoongi mutters, 

Jimin turns to him, frowning but suppressing his smile. "Oh, c'mon. Are you scared of the water?" 

Yoongi takes a deep breath, "Nope. I just don't like it." 

"Really, now?" Then Jimin shows off his sly grin which ticks Yoongi's senses, telling him to brace for whatever silly prank Jimin will do.

"Yah! Don't. Whatever it is that you're plan—Park Jimin!" 

And all Yoongi could hear were the blended sounds of Jimin's giggles and the soft waves hitting the dry land. 

Musical. 

His khaki shorts have spurts of seawater and his face is wet after Jimin splashed him with water. He finds himself laughing, 

"No! Yoongi!" And Jimin runs when Yoongi attempts to splash him with water too. 

They run and run like little kids. 

Yoongi is enjoying it.

The entire beach can hear their giggles and screams. Their bodies are wet and shivering but they couldn't care less. They both like it. 

"Okay, okay. Stop now." Yoongi uses his strength to keep Jimin's arms from scooping more water in his hands by hugging him. Jimin relaxes on the elder's touch, leaning on his broad chest. They're both panting but still laughing from enjoying the entire childish game. "I'm tired." 

"Yeah, me too." Without giving it much thought, Jimin places his hand over Yoongi's like reciprocating the elder's touch. "But it was fun. Thank you." 

Yoongi breathes out heavily, admiring the horizon in front of them. "Thank me later after I feed you." And his arms start to loosen around Jimin's body.

Jimin doesn't like it. He wants them to stay like that— that close. He wants to feel Yoongi's chest against his back, his arms around his body, and his breath against his ear. Jimin just wants them to stay that close. But he chooses to let go too because there's no particular acceptable reason to stay like that. 

The younger one almost lets out a gasp as he feels a hand slowly taking his, interlacing their fingers together. He looks down at their connected hands, then back up at Yoongi's face. He's smiling again, so soft and warm. "I made some gimbap because I know your friend over there is going to complain." Pointing at Jimin's tummy. 

"You're not wrong tho," 

"I'm hardly wrong." He jokes before tugging Jimin to walk back to the car they borrowed from the Kim couple. It's a nice pickup truck, kinda old but it's treasured by Namjoon and Seokjin. Even though the blue paint is slightly fading, the truck is still in its best condition. "Stay here. I'll grab the food inside." 

It doesn't take long for Yoongi to come back with the same basket they used weeks ago when they went on a picnic with Jungkook. On his other hand, Yoongi is holding a tumbler. And as Jimin stares at the man himself, he calls out for all the gods that exist.

Yoongi's white button-down shirt is clinging to his body and it's see-through. The pinkish tint of his nipples and his toned abdomen are visible. Thankfully, Yoongi doesn't pay any mind to Jimin and his sinful thoughts. "Can you lift the cover for me, pretty?" 

Even with his cheeks tinged with pink, Jimin did a great job training himself to function well even after Yoongi gives him an emotional whiplash with his sudden nicknames. He unties the cover of the truck, lifting it just as Yoongi told him. To his surprise, there are pillows, blankets, and a change of clothes underneath. 

"Wow," 

Yoongi lets out a low chuckle, "Is that all you've got to say?" He places the basket inside before opening the truck to expand their space. He takes one shirt and a pair of shorts, offering them to Jimin, "Change into this. You might get sick." 

"Here?" 

"There's no one here, Jimin-ah. Just change." 

Jimin stares at him ridiculously, "Yeah, in front of you?" 

Yoongi is quick to turn to him, his eyes wide open like he just heard the most absurd thing ever. "You say that like I haven't seen your entire being. Sometimes with ass up, down on all fours." 

"Oh my god," 

The elder cackles, "Just go and change, Jimin. I won't look, promise." Then he turns around from Jimin, taking his own shirt and pair of shorts. Jimin turns around too and quickly changes to dry clothes. When he turns around again, Yoongi is also done changing but his back is still facing Jimin.

"I'm done." And Yoongi turns around, "And I'm hungry." 

Yoongi grins, "Figured so," He climbs on the back of the truck and then offers his hand to Jimin, helping him to climb up. "Sit there," pointing at one of the cushions. 

"How did you even come up with this?" Jimin asks, 

"I asked around." He clears his throat, "Taehyung was a huge help." 

"You asked Taehyung?" 

Yoongi nods, "He told me how much you love the sea. I also kind of know you're going to react like that so I brought clothes." 

Jimin can't even begin to describe how he feels. It's both overwhelming and heartwarming. Yoongi always pays attention. He takes in every little detail about Jimin.

"That makes me feel really special. Good for you." He says it in a joking tone, hoping he can suppress his feelings one more time. He hopes that Yoongi will not see how his heart is fluttering, beating out of his chest. But he also hopes Yoongi sees how grateful he is. 

"Thank you, Yoongi." 

Yoongi smiles at him, shrugging. Jimin has already lost count of the times Yoongi's lips are tucked up in a smile. The elder hands him the tumbler saying, "I made you some hot choco. It should still be hot because if not, I will return that flask to the market." 

Jimin scoffs, shaking his head. He takes one of the paper cups from the basket to pour himself a drink. He tries not to let his hands shake from all the mixed emotions. 

God, Yoongi knows what buttons to work with. Jimin couldn't help but think, maybe he's too easy to read? 

"Well, the hot choco is indeed still hot." Jimin says after almost burning his tongue, playing it cool so as to not alarm Yoongi. "This tastes different from those packets I buy." 

"That one's… homemade." Yoongi shyly says, ducking his head down. "I hope it tastes okay." 

Jimin gasps in excitement, "Are you kidding me?! I love the strong taste of chocolate. It has the right balance of bitterness and sweetness. Yoongi, I love it!" 

And maybe I love you.

That familiar wall that Jimin seems to have put up from the very beginning, starts to lose its bricks one by one. The thought of Yoongi being too close to him, smiling, and doing all those little things that make his heart flutter keeps on circling around his mind. 

This man is too precious. It hurts.

"I'm glad that you do. Anyway, I'm sorry I couldn't bring you to a fancy restaurant for a proper date. I didn't want us to travel far just to get disappointed. But next time, let's look for one together." 

Jimin's heart feels like thrashing out of his chest. Together just seems surreal if that's the word. The word gives Jimin both warmth and worry. He does not know where his feelings stand at this point. 

All he knows is that being with Yoongi feels so much like playing along the beach where the water meets the dry land. It's as simple as Yoongi feels like a wave of happiness getting near Jimin. 

But the variables that are needed to be considered kill Jimin.

So it goes "Yoongi feels like a wave of happiness trying so hard to get near Jimin." 

Jimin just smiles at him, lost for words. He settles on his position, leaning his body on the sides of the truck. His eyes are focused on the beach, appreciating it. This has to be one of the prettiest he has ever been. It's quiet and the sand felt soft when he stepped on it. The water was cold but funny enough, it gave so much comfort.

"Thank you for bringing me here." His voice comes out quiet. "You don't need to bring me to a fancy restaurant. You don't have to worry about me not being satisfied with this. This place brings me so much joy, Yoongi. There's no place I'd rather be." 

Yoongi fixes the blanket on Jimin's leg, "Yeah, I only brought up the fancy restaurant 'cause I didn't want you to think I'm stingy." With that tone again he uses when he jokes, "Though, I'd still want to have that fancy date if you're up for it." 

"It would be your treat though." 

"I brought it up, I asked you out, of course, it's my treat." Yoongi turns his head to the sea, "I have a question though." 

"Spill." 

"Why do you like the sea so much?"

Jimin smiles to himself, his heart getting heavier each second he thinks about it. "It reminds me of my mom. She—Eomma used to bring me to Busan every month to visit my grandparents. I was very little at that time. She would let me play on the beach for the entire afternoon and bring me home just before the sun sets because Halmeoni gets mad if we're late for dinner. I remember she used to wear flowy dresses that reached her ankle and she looked gorgeous wearing those." 

"Playing with the sand was fun but really, looking back, it's her who made the sea so special." He closes his eyes, feeling the wind hug his entire body just like how his mother used to. "I miss her a lot." 

Jimin didn't notice the tears streaming down his face until a warm touch wiped them away. Yoongi gently pulls him in to lean Jimin's head on his shoulder. 

No words, but Yoongi's touch and presence themselves speak louder than any words that could be spoken.

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"Your face tells me something is bothering you." Yoongi plants the shovel on the ground, his hands resting on the handle. His eyes are on Jimin who is fixing the seeds they're about to plant. Yoongi noticed that the younger one fell silent twenty minutes ago which for someone like Jimin, is unlikely. 

Jimin puts down the seeds he's been playing with and looks back at Yoongi. He looks nervous, and uneasy.

"Just tell me, Jimin. It's just me." 

The younger one sighs, "It's something weird, hyung." 

"Well, I can handle a good amount of weird." Yoongi tries to joke. 

The two of them decided to spend the entire day working on Yoongi's backyard. It has been forgotten by both of them. Actually, they've mentioned it a few times to each other but they are both too lazy to even plan on what to do about it. They finally ran out of things to do on a daily basis and even words to say to each other which led them to pick up the shovels. 

"It really is…weird. Uhm, it's weird to say when we're not in the moment." 

And that must have given Yoongi a hint. He raises his brow, smiling. "Does this involve me too?" 

"Yes," 

"How involved am I in this?" 

Jimin sighs, "A hundred percent involved."

"Then I'd like to know what's on your mind, Jimin. Even if I'm not involved, if it's bothering you—"

"Iwanttotrytoys." 

Silence. There's complete silence. An awfully prolonged awkward silence. 

It's even more awkward that Jimin has his eyes closed the entire time. 

Yoongi lets out a huff which makes Jimin open one of his eyes. The elder one looks at him, amused. He definitely heard and understood Jimin's words. 

"Alright," Yoongi places the shovel flat on the floor before walking up to Jimin. The younger one leans back like trying to avoid Yoongi but the other just gives him a chuckle. He removes his gloves, putting them on the wooden table before fully facing Jimin again. "Why don't we talk about this inside? I can heat up some hot choco for you." 

"You're really going to make a big deal out of this, aren't you?" Jimin's shoulders slump,

Yoongi squats down so he could meet Jimin's eyes, his hand is on the younger one's knee then he smiles, "Didn't we agree to communicate? This is not me making it a big deal. This is me trying to establish healthy communication between us." 

For a second it made Jimin believe they're a couple. But that's such a stupid thing to even think about, right? 

"Okay, let's talk about it with the hot choco." But that doesn't mean it doesn't shake Jimin up to the core. Just the thought of expressing his sexual desires makes him nervous. He lets Yoongi pull him up to stand and drags him inside the house. 

The moment they entered Yoongi's house, Yoongi went straight to the kitchen to heat the hot choco he made earlier that day. Jimin settled himself on the dining table, waiting for Yoongi. He's very much uneasy. He tries to rehearse in his mind the things he wants to say to Yoongi. 

"You know, I understand that it might be uncomfortable but it's just me. I won't judge you for whatever you want to try. Maybe I haven't made that clear before but I hope now you know." Then Yoongi places a cup of hot choco in front of Jimin. "I like doing this with you." 

Jimin smiles at him, mumbling a quiet thank you for the hot choco. Yes, he's too skeptical to talk but the silence is slowly killing him. The way Yoongi looks at him makes his insides churn and he knows once they talk it out, he's going to feel at ease. He knows that because it's Yoongi. If it were someone else, Jimin would have chosen to dig his own grave. 

It's just sex, he tells himself. 

"I uhh… Taehyung brought me gifts." 

"Mhm, listening." Yoongi nods at him, 

"I'm talking about inappropriate presents." 

"Yeah, and?" 

Jimin sighs, "I want to try them but not alone." He takes a deep breath before finally vocalizing what he really wants. "I want you to use one on me." 

Yoongi's brows shoot up, biting a smile. His expression is far from wanting to laugh at Jimin. He's also not surprised at all. He's more like—

"I'd gladly do so, just tell me when." 

Excited. 

Yoongi looks excited. 

***

"What's this?" Yoongi's eyes drop to the piece of remote that Jimin handed him a while ago. He then looks at Jimin trying to bite off a grin when an idea comes up to his mind.

The younger one smiles, moving so close to Yoongi's face. For a second, Yoongi is caught off guard by it because Jimin looks extra pretty that day. The natural flush on his face and freckles are just a few of Yoongi's favorites about Jimin. Then Jimin moves so his lips are on Yoongi's ear, "Try pushing a button to find out, Big guy." 

A hand rests on Jimin's small back, pulling him closer to Yoongi's body. Without warning, Yoongi pressed a button and even if he had already prepared himself for it, Jimin still lets out a soft whimper. The feeling of such a tiny toy pulsating inside him makes his tummy churn, craving for something more.

"Look at you," Yoongi whispers, "You must have been wanting this for a long time." 

Jimin just nods, swallowing a lump in his throat. He could feel Yoongi playing with the remote, trying to see every bit of change on the younger's face. "Dinner might have to wait, huh? I'm assuming you'd prefer this." 

"And I'd prefer that dinner served after a good fuck." Jimin pushes himself more, wanting to let Yoongi know how hard he is and how badly he wants to be fucked on all fours, whimpering, and crying. 

Yoongi looks at him with those blazing dark eyes that make him shudder down his spine. "I can have my dinner now… if you'd let me." 

Jimin's hand falls from Yoongi's shoulder until it regains its strength to just rest on the elder's chest. If he understands Yoongi's words correctly, 

"I'd like to eat you out." It's quite deafening but the small kisses Yoongi plants on his jaw wake him up. "It's okay to say no, angel."

It's always like this. It's always Yoongi putting Jimin first. It's always Jimin being the top priority. Jimin has the final say when it's with Yoongi. Jimin has a choice. 

"I'd—I'd like that, Yoongi." He breathes out, pulling Yoongi's head up to kiss him on the lips. The elder gladly responds with equal enthusiasm, grabbing a handful of his peaches. 

After tons of kissing and subtle grinding on each other, Yoongi takes the lead to make their way to his bedroom. Jimin's back touches the fresh linens Yoongi changed out earlier. It's a shame he would need a new set after this. Still, the pulsating toy inside Jimin is making him uneasy, his feet kicking the air and heavy breaths escaping his lustrous mouth. 

Yoongi doesn't waste any more time though. As soon as he sets Jimin on his bed, he lowers himself until he's face to face with Jimin's bulging crotch. The gray sweatshorts were sinful. "Can I?" Yoongi asks while his fingers play at the band of the younger's shorts. 

Jimin answers with a hum and a nod. Then he feels nothing from the toy. His shorts are slowly taken down together with his briefs, letting his cock spring free. And Yoongi has the audacity to blow at the shaft. Then he takes advantage of his huge hands, pushing Jimin's inner thighs apart. He sees in Yoongi's eyes the hunger and passion in it. 

It's going to be the first time. Jimin is being perfectly honest when he says he is a little nervous. He is shy but he's certainly excited to be eaten out. Yoongi rarely gives oral but he often receives it from Jimin because Jimin loves to suck cocks. Definitely, Yoongi's cock because he worships Yoongi's huge ass cock.

A gasp escapes his mouth when Yoongi starts to place small kisses on his inner thigh. He noses Jimin's skin until he reaches the groin. The position is quite difficult for Yoongi so without even uttering a word, Yoongi flips Jimin earning a loud yelp. 

Fuck, he loves how strong Yoongi gets when it comes to sex. He knows that Yoongi is fit and can lift but instances like this turn him the fuck on. Then Yoongi pulls the cheeks of his ass apart, exposing his little hole. The elder's hot breath comes in contact with Jimin's hole.

"So cute." Yoongi mutters with a grin that Jimin couldn't see but still could hear from Yoongi's voice. He has that specific tone he uses when he's a little cocky. Then he uses his finger to trace the base of Jimin's cock, perineum, until he reaches the hole, putting pressure on it. All Jimin could do is moan as he feels the toy being pushed further inside him. "Your pinkish hole will always be one heck of a view." 

"H-hyung," He badly wants to cum. He really does but Yoongi is taking too much of his sweet time admiring his freaking hole. "I just—I want to cum." 

Yoongi hums, "You will… later on." 

A curse just dissolves in his mouth as Yoongi finally leans in to kiss his sweet hole. Then he starts with kitten-like licks so as not to overwhelm the younger one. 

Fuck, Jimin has never felt anything like what Yoongi is making him feel. He's eating his ass like a whole feast. It's nothing like those half-assed performances just to get by. Yoongi clearly enjoys it and he enjoys hearing soft moans from Jimin. 

Just when Jimin thought it wouldn't get better, Yoongi turns the vibrator on, letting it pulsate against his tongue inside Jimin's hole. It almost feels like Jimin's legs are dying. The mixed sensation of Yoongi's wet, hot tongue and the small toy he has inside is just phenomenal that he couldn't help himself but ask for more.

"More, Y-yoongi." 

Jimin hisses when he feels Yoongi pulling away from his hole. The vibrator inside him is pulled out with a pop. "No, no. Hyung, more." He could cry. Panic is evident in his voice. He doesn't want Yoongi to stop touching him and making him feel good. 

"Shh, hyung will give you what you want, pretty." Then he quickly reaches for the side table's drawer to get the bottle of lube. He puts some on his hand before his knees dips on the bed. Jimin is so exposed which he loves. Sometimes Yoongi gets a little confused about how someone as cute as Jimin can be this hot without his clothes on. He places a firm kiss on Jimin's back before one of his fingers plays on Jimin's rim. 

"Hyung, please." He sounds more demanding than ever. He sure doesn't want to slow down either. Jimin hitches as Yoongi slowly pushes a finger in. "Add another, I'm stretched out." 

There's hesitation but Yoongi still pushes another one in with caution. He adds more lube before inserting his second finger. There's little to no resistance still. It's like Jimin has already anticipated how impatient they'll get this time. 

"Can you take another?" Yoongi makes sure to ask. Jimin lets out a soft 'yes' with frantic nods. "Alright," He places his left hand on Jimin's back, his thumb pressing over the dimple before carefully sneaking the third finger in. "Fuck, you take my fingers so amazingly, Jimin-ah." 

Shortly after, Yoongi finds himself escaping his clothes and putting a condom on himself. Jimin also got rid of his shirt, being more and more exposed in front of Yoongi. They have done this a lot of times for Jimin to be embarrassed about his body. Yoongi had made sure to shower him with praise every time they had sex. He doesn't forget to tell the younger one how pretty he is and how perfect he is for him.

The entire room is once again filled with moans and muffled curses as Jimin gets helplessly fucked by Yoongi. 

"I'm— hyung, fuck. You fuck me so well." And that just intensifies Yoongi's urge to make Jimin feel good. "I'm gonna fucking cum." 

Yoongi's thrusts stutter as he feels his own release fast approaching. Jimin comes first with a long, loud moan then Yoongi follows shortly with a grunt. Finally, Jimin's knees give out and they both fall on the bed. After a few seconds, Yoongi moves to the side a little, ready to pull out and get a towel to clean Jimin with.

"Don't. We'll clean up later." Jimin says softly. The elder one snuggles closer, his chin on Jimin's shoulder. "I'm too tired." 

Yoongi smiles to himself, "Yeah, me too."

"But you're gonna have to change the sheets later." The younger one whispers, laughing softly. "I made a mess. Sorry."

"That's fine. It was a great one after all. One of the best." 

Jimin tries to turn his head to face Yoongi, "Agreed."

"I badly want to kiss you right now." Yoongi noses Jimin's shoulder until he reaches the crook of his neck. "But you might find it a little dirty to kiss you after eating your ass."

A snorty laugh comes out of Jimin's mouth. "That's nasty. Maybe later after you brush your teeth."

"Yeah," Then silence follows, "But for the record, your ass is the best I had so far. Five stars." 

And the room that was once filled with moans is now echoing their laughs.

Jimin wishes it's always like that. Simple. Just them being them.

Just them feeling each other so close without worries.

***

"Are you making dumplings?" Jimin peeks from behind Yoongi. He stares at the dumpling wrapper on Yoongi's hand. "You know how to make them?" 

Yoongi just looks at him like he just said the most ridiculous thing. Of course, Yoongi knows how to. He's Yoongi.

"Ah, what can't you do, right?" He shrugs, 

Yoongi ruffles his hair just to fix it shortly after. "It's for you. I'm afraid you'll starve when I'm gone." 

Jimin's shoulder plops down hearing those words. He tries to show that it doesn't affect him that much but he's just too far dependent on Yoongi at this point. "How many days again are you gonna be gone, you say?" 

After putting the wrappers that seem like could make a hundred dumplings, Yoongi faces Jimin. He shrugs, "I'm planning three days but I'm not sure. Eomma will have the final say." 

The younger one breathes out with pursed lips, quite looking defeated. Yoongi asked him to shop for groceries the day before, saying he's short on almost everything but since the first minute in the store, Yoongi has been reaching for everything that Jimin loves. Jimin knows about Yoongi's short trip to visit his mom for weeks now but as it draws nearer, Jimin is just so busy figuring out how to survive those three days without Yoongi. Not to mention those three days could be stretched to a week or so.

"So who am I gonna annoy for those three days?" 

Yoongi raises a brow, amused. "You're not really bothered about that, are you?" 

"Oh, I am!" Jimin gasps, "Those three are busy figuring out their relationship. Taehyung is once again in his ghosting era. I have no one." 

"Message me when you're bored and I'll try to call when I can. That's not a promise though." Yoongi easily snakes his arm around Jimin's waist, smiling softly. "Let's get you some ice cream." 

And the smile on Jimin's face wouldn't get any bigger. He stands in front of the fridge for a few minutes, trying to figure out what he wants. Then he feels Yoongi's body close to him, he whispers, "Your ass looks so freaking beautiful, babe." 

"Are you freaking serious?! We're in a grocery store." Jimin whispers back, trying to mask how he is getting goosebumps. "Final, I'm getting the strawberry one. C'mon, let's go home." 

Yoongi chuckles under his breath, letting Jimin walk away. He looks so cute when he's flustered. His cheeks are red and his back is stiff. It's been a while since Yoongi noticed that on Jimin. That reaction whenever Yoongi says something to turn him on. 

He follows after Jimin, pushing their cart to the counter. It's fortunate for them that it's a slow afternoon so there's only one person before their turn. 

"I'll pay, hm." Jimin turns to Yoongi as soon as it's their turn to pay, "You're gonna cook so I should pay." 

Yoongi nods, not even putting up a fight, "Okay," He slides a couple of things that Jimin can't see under the elder's hand. "Please pay for these too."

And Jimin is just quick to elbow Yoongi's side as soon as he lifts his hand and reveals what he took.

"You're fucking unbelievable," Jimin mumbles under his breath. 

"What?" Yoongi laughs, "We're running low on both." 

Jimin just cannot believe Yoongi places three boxes of condoms and two bottles of lube on the counter. He quickly asks the sweet lady on the counter to place them in the bag as soon as she's done punching them. "I'm so sorry. He's just a little fucked up in the head." 

The lady laughs, shaking her head, "No, it's alright. I may be a little old but I understand these things. You two enjoy them though. Please, do come again." She winks at them,

The moment they're out of the store, Yoongi has the audacity to laugh. "Oh my god, you're such a fucking ass." 

Yoongi takes a breath, "You're too cute not to tease. These condoms will be of good use. Don't worry." 

"Yah!" But his hands are full to be able to punch or slap Yoongi's arm. 

"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Yoongi apologizes, clearly meaning it even with his cocky smile. "Let's go home now. You have such an inviting ass. Where did you get those shorts?"

"Ordered it online solely for this reason." He winks, "Glad to know it worked."

"Such a tease." Yoongi whispers close to Jimin's ear, laughing.

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Jimin has swept the floor five times this day. He mopped three times already. He also spent the remaining hours reorganizing his book collection that he never really touched. His playlist also changed four times, different artists, different genres. His house is spotless and clean yet he cannot sit still.

It's been what? Just a day without Yoongi and he's a few hours away from being insane. The elder one did send him a message earlier telling him he arrived and he might get a little busy so he won't have time to reply to Jimin's messages. It's literal torture. 

The silence without Yoongi is just unbearable for him. It also gives him a reason to think a lot. Think about his feelings. Think about how good he feels with Yoongi. Think about how Yoongi's smile can light up the entire room. 

He thinks about Yoongi. A lot.

He likes Yoongi. He can tell. He can admit that to himself.

But the worries…

He knows he's going to be annoying but he picks up his phone from pathetically sitting still on top of the countertop. He scrolls through his messages and it's not hard to find Yoongi's name on. 

[to: yoongi♡]

i didn't know it's physically possible for someone to clean their entire house more than once a day.

i think it's my first time seeing my floor this shiny since the moment i moved in.

also, did you notice i have A LOT of books?

i haven't touched them since.

i'm really starting to think maybe reading could be a great distraction from this boredom.

That's a lot of texts. Jimin knows. He doesn't really want to bother Yoongi but at the same time, he is tightly crossing his fingers that the elder may show some mercy and reply to his messages. He is just a few moments away from entirely rearranging his living area and that is going to be bad. That's just not a normal thing to do. 

Jimin sits on his couch, fully leaning on it. He's starting to think a solo movie night would be great but really, after having movie nights every friday night at Yoongi's make solo movie watching not so pleasing. 

He's starting to think he is having hallucinations when his phone starts to continuously buzz against his chest. He lifts it up to check and he squeals. He had just let out an embarrassing, pathetic, over dramatic squeal. 

"Hey, pretty." Is just what he expected to hear the moment he picks up the call. The heavy breathing from the other line makes Jimin smile a little. "Sorry, I haven't been replying."

Jimin lets out a chuckle, "How's your day, hyung?" 

Yoongi sighs and then after a few seconds of rustling, "Well, it's tiring but fun. I just finished washing up and getting ready for bed so I have the time to talk. How about you? I just read your messages." 

"Well, as I said, I may have cleaned my entire house at least three times. This boredom is gonna be the end of me." Jimin sulks then he hears Yoongi chuckling. Oh, that low and deep chuckle.

"What about your meals? Have you eaten dinner already?" Yoongi asks, 

Jimin hums, shifting to find a more comfortable position. He ends up fully lying on the couch, his head slightly elevated as it rests on the armrest. "I steamed some dumplings and also cooked ramyeon."

"That's good. You better not starve yourself, hm?" And Jimin knows if Yoongi is just standing in front of him, he will have that look on his face that speaks how much he cares for Jimin. His eyes will usually be soft and the sides of his mouth curls into a small smile. "Also, don't eat ramyeon every meal. I know how much you get addicted to it once you eat it." 

"I'll try but I'll probably eat it twice a day for all the days that you're gone. How about you? Did your mom make you your favorite jajangmyeon?" 

"She did. I almost cried after I took the first bite." Yoongi chuckles, "Jungkook was extremely talkative today I could barely keep up. But of course, eomma was just glad to hear everything that kid has to say."

"I kinda miss your brother. The contrast between the two of you is just…" 

"Ridiculous?" Yoongi butts in,

Jimin lets out an airy giggle, "I was about to say staggering. I did love seeing you two together though. I mean, I saw you in a different light."

The elder one hums, "You did?" 

"Mhm," Jimin just couldn't say that it made him like Yoongi a little deeper. He just couldn't say it like this. He also couldn't say how much it's killing him to be alone. "What are your plans tomorrow?"

"I don't know yet. I guess staying home is an option. Eomma is making side dishes so I should help out. You?" Jimin hears another rustling from the other line, "I hope you're not missing me so much." 

Jimin rolls his eyes, kinda wishing Yoongi could see.

"I feel like you're rolling your eyes on me." The other says, laughing. 

"Shut up. Anyway, I literally have nothing to do. Cleaning the entire house is just a waste of cleaning supplies so I shall shut that idea off as early as now. I don't know," Jimin moves his head, looking at his book collection, "Maybe I'm finally about to pick out a book to read." 

"How come you're a teacher who barely even reads?"

"Says the vet who only touches Moni." 

Yoongi sighs, chuckling. "I'm thinking of changing careers but that's a talk for later. When I get home I guess." 

Home. Yoongi refers to Namwon as home.

"Hey," Yoongi mumbles after a minute of silence. 

"Hmm?" 

"I miss you too." 

And Jimin could feel his heart tighten. It's a funny feeling. He hasn't felt that for a long while. It's nothing close to what he used to feel before. His chest is heavy and his tummy churns because he loved it so much. He loved the way Yoongi said it. 

"Yeah, you noticed?" 

Yoongi lets out an amused snort, "It's pretty obvious, Jimin-ah even if you don't say it. You don't have to say it. I already know." 

"You should go to sleep, hyung." He whispers, "Goodnight." 

"Goodnight, baby. I'm really glad I got to hear your voice." 

Jimin smiles to himself, "Me too." 

The more he thinks of it, the less worried he is. And the longer he gets to know Yoongi, the more willing he is to take risks.

Yoongi is worth the risk.

***

"Look who finally decided to contact me." Jimin raises a brow, judging his best friend from his very core.

Taehyung giggles, moving closer to the camera to blow a kiss. "I love you and I know you're not really mad at me." 

The elder one rolls his eyes, "Yeah, right. You just saved me from boredom." 

"Why?" Taehyung sets his phone on a flat surface. Jimin is certain it is a table. "Where's Yoongi?" 

"He went to visit his mom. He won't be back till tomorrow afternoon. Where are you?"

Taehyung looks around, "At a café. It's a new one near my place. Anyway, what's up? You look stressed. Is it because Yoongi's not there?" 

Jimin makes a face before letting out a whiney sound. "I miss him so much and I'm really bored. I went on a run earlier and it hasn't been effective in relieving stress. Also, I'm reading a book and can you believe I made it past page 30?" 

"Wow, that's… it must be really bad, huh?" He laughs, "You should've gone all out and started dancing." 

"It's funny 'coz that's really what I'm planning to do but you little ass suddenly called so dancing is postponed." Jimin lifts his right knee up and rests his chin on it. "How about you? What made you MIA?" 

"I don't know. I guess just random stuff. I've been doing lots of thinking which is not so great." Taehyung smiles, "I know you're still going to worry so saying 'don't worry' is not gonna help but it's just a phase. I just feel kind of lost these days but it's not that bad. I can manage myself." 

Jimin nods, "Yeah, I trust you. I know you're going to tell me if it gets bad." 

"By the way, I just wanna ask. What's the progress between you two? Uh, and don't give me the spicy stuff. I want it sweet." He holds up his finger while holding his drink close to his mouth. "Have you talked about your feelings?" 

The other shakes his head quickly, pushing his hair back. "I guess I've been putting that off for a while now so to tell you the truth, the progress between us is unclear. I mean, sure, we both like each other but it stops there." 

"No one wants to move forward?" 

Jimin stops for a moment, thinking about what Taehyung asked.

"No," He closes his eyes, breathing softly. "He's waiting for me."

"I know that he's waiting for me." 

***

Jimin slows down to walk from the Seokjin's home until he reaches his place. He went on a morning run just to kill some time and plans to get breakfast at Hoseok's diner. It's getting really stuffy in his house and sitting on his couch is already torture enough. He misses Yoongi a lot despite only being away for a few days. 

He takes off his earbuds, keeping them in their case as soon as he sees his house from a few meters away. As he looks up, 

"What the fu–?!" 

He hears a light laugh that makes his tummy churn in anticipation. Yoongi smiles at Jimin, tilting his head to the side, "Hey, neighbor friend."

It takes lots of self-control from Jimin to stop himself from launching himself towards the elder. He chooses to stay still, "I thought you're coming back tomorrow? You said—" 

"Yeah, but I figured I should just come home sooner." Yoongi walks closer to him, "I didn't really plan to stay there for a week but my mom asked me to do so… I'm sorry." 

Jimin smiles, "That's alright. I was really having a hang of it. I was about to enjoy being alone." 

Yoongi frowns, pushing his lip out a little into a pout. "Really?" 

"Yeah," He laughs,

Yoongi straightens his back, "Anyway, I mean to give you this." 

The younger one gasps when Yoongi reveals the hand that he's been hiding on his back. It's a single-stemmed tulip. 

"Hyung— that's so pretty." Jimin stares at the flower in awe. 

He has an undying interest in flowers. He could stare at them for a long period of time and still be in awe every time. 

"I knew you'd like it so I got it for you." Yoongi moves his hand closer to Jimin, 

As Jimin takes it in his hand, his smile grows wider. "Thank you, hyung." 

"Should we get breakfast together?" Yoongi asks, 

Jimin immediately nods his head excitedly, "I'll just take a quick shower, hm? I'll go to yours afterward." Then he walks past Yoongi without saying anything more.

"Yah," The elder stops him. He turns his head back with a raised brow and then Yoongi says, "Can I at least get a kiss?" 

Laughing, Jimin responds, "Later."

***

"That smells nice." Jimin says as soon as he enters Yoongi's home. The elder is wearing his apron with his hair tied up. It has already become a habit of his because he's trying to grow his hair out. "What are you cooking?" 

Yoongi puts back the lid of his pot, "Your favorite." He says, "Eomma gave me two containers of kimchi because I told her a friend loves kimchi jjigae."

"You did?" The younger one couldn't hide his smile. His crooked tooth is showing, "Well, your friend also likes kimchi pancakes. Maybe you could make him some?" 

"Of course, all he needs to do is ask. If you are not aware, I do know how to listen to my friends' requests. I could make some kimchi pancakes for snacks." Yoongi leans closer to him, their faces close to one another. "So cute." 

"I know," Jimin whispers before walking away, "Hyung, what should we do after eating?" 

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "You're really not gonna kiss me, are you?" 

Jimin laughs from the living area, not even looking back at Yoongi. He just casually sits there with a remote in his hand. 

Yoongi continues to work in the kitchen for a few minutes. He's done with the jjigae and the rice is also ready. He prepares the table while the sound of his tv echoes around his house. 

He stares at Jimin whose head is only visible from where Yoongi is standing. He smiles to himself as the thought that he's finally home is starting to sink in. Then, he removes his apron and approaches the living area with the intention of asking Jimin to eat. But as soon as he properly sees Jimin's face, he's peacefully sleeping with his head hanging uncomfortably. 

"Cute," He mumbles, sitting next to the younger one. Yoongi tries his best to move gently and quietly. It seems like Jimin didn't sleep well yesterday. He moves closer to Jimin's body and with careful hands, he moves Jimin's head to his shoulder. 

It's just perfect. Them, like that… perfection. 

Yoongi is just about to doze off when he feels something between their bodies vibrate. He ignores it at first but then it vibrates again. He uses his other hand to blindly look for it. 

It's Jimin's phone.

He just puts it away, knowing his boundaries well because Yoongi never checks other people's phones. He knows he doesn't have any business touching Jimin's phone without permission. 

Five minutes have passed and Jimin's phone doesn't stop vibrating. An unknown caller ID shows on the screen. Yoongi taps Jimin's thigh to wake him up. "Jimin. Jimin, someone's calling you." 

Jimin just hums, snuggling his face on Yoongi's neck. 

"Hey," Yoongi softly touches the younger's cheek, finding it extremely adorable. "Someone's calling you, darling." 

"Answer it for me please." Jimin mumbles, too sleepy to even move. He dozes off right after he says those words so now, Yoongi has no other choice. 

Yoongi takes Jimin's phone, swiping the call button to answer it. "Hello?" 

"Hello? Is this Park Jimin?" It's a guy's voice on the other side of the line, 

"No, but this is his phone. May I know who this is please?" Yoongi responds quite politely. He takes a glance at Jimin's head, his cheek and nose peeking through. "And why you're calling."

After a few seconds of silence, "Daehyun. Choi Daehyun. Is Jimin around? I have something important to tell him." 

"I'm sorry but he's not available at the moment. I can relay to him what you're about to say though. He'll call you back when he can." 

Daehyun chuckles lightly, "Can you tell him we need to talk? It's just something we should have done a long time ago but— Please, tell Jimin I won't contact him again after we talk and I'll give him the peace he needs. I just— I want to apologize to him properly." 

Yoongi's jaw tightens. He might not know what it is all about but knowing that Jimin has his reasons for moving into a new town just tells him it is something serious. It is something that would affect Jimin seriously.

"I can't promise you that he'll call you back." Yoongi starts, "But I'll make sure your words would get to him."

"Thank you, really. I'm not expecting much but it would mean a lot if I get the chance to talk to him." 

Yoongi chooses to ignore any more than the guy is saying. He just hums before cutting the call off. And that's when he realizes that his chest has become heavier inside. He holds Jimin's hand with a gentle touch, closing his eyes to stop himself from shaking. 

Yoongi can see, from the moment he first saw Jimin's eyes, he knew how broken he is. 

He wants to protect Jimin, whatever cost it must take. 

"Hyung," Jimin taps Yoongi's chest. He jolts awake, not realizing he fell asleep while playing with the younger's hand to calm himself down. "We both fell asleep." Then he giggles,

Yoongi's lips automatically curl into a smile. He pulls Jimin into a hug, "You look cozy so I invited myself in." 

"You look cozy, yourself. We're cozy. We can stay like this for a while." Jimin leans his head on Yoongi's chest, "I think we have to reheat the food… right?" 

"Mhm, but don't worry. I'll do it myself." 

Jimin pushes himself closer, "You have to tell me everything about your trip. That's the compensation for leaving me here." 

Yoongi's chest vibrates as he laughs, "As long as you tell me what you did while I was gone." He lowers his head closer to Jimin, "And my kiss. Please, give me my kiss." 

It is really quick. Jimin easily escapes Yoongi's arms then he plants a chaste kiss on the elder's lips. 

"That's it?" Yoongi asks, pouting. Jimin is already standing on his feet, giggling.

"Yup. That's it." He teases, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. He enjoys seeing Yoongi sulking because he is undeniably adorable.

"You're such a tease." He mumbles before standing up from the couch to go back to the kitchen. He heats up the jjigae and also prepares some side dishes from the fridge. 

Jimin follows him to the kitchen wearing his sly smile. He leans his arm on the counter, making another mental note that Yoongi in a plain white shirt and a man bun is a complete menace. It is a very dangerous combination, he thinks.

"Oh, hyung." He snaps out of it when he remembers something. "Was someone calling my phone earlier? I'm just not sure if that was real or just a random dream. Did you answer it?" 

"Yeah, someone kept on calling." 

Jimin frowns, "Really? Who was it?" And he's about to turn around to get his phone from the couch

"Jimin," Yoongi looks straight into his eyes, sighing so heavily. "It's Choi Daehyun." 

The pain that flashes through Jimin's innocent eyes is something that Yoongi was never prepared to see.

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"You're ready to do this, right?" Yoongi asks one last time while refusing to let go of Jimin's hand. He looks at Jimin with careful eyes, "We can still head back if you want." 

Jimin smiles at him. A small smile but it's supposed to assure Yoongi. "I'm okay, hyung. You'll be there, right? You'll be watching?" 

"Yeah, I'll be watching. Just send me a message if you want to leave. Or— or just look at me. You know, I'm good at reading your eyes, hm?" He squeezes the small hand of Jimin. 

"You look more nervous than I am." Jimin whispers to him, giggling lightly. He kisses Yoongi's cheek, "I'll be fine, okay?"

They enter the café together, hands interlaced. Jimin doesn't want to let go just yet. He needs the warmth of Yoongi's hand to remind him that he's not in the past anymore. He needs the assurance that after this, everything will finally be okay. He needs the strength that Yoongi gives him with every touch. 

But the moment his eyes find the man that caused him all his heartache, he feels himself shaking. His face hasn't changed a bit. 

"Jimin," He comes to his senses when he hears Yoongi's voice. He's still holding his hand, "Just tell me." 

Jimin turns to him, "Get yourself a table. I'll come back to you." 

He means it. Jimin means it when he says he'll come back to Yoongi. A person from his past may have come back but he will always choose Yoongi. 

Every step he takes closer to Daehyun feels like another hand holding him back. Everything just flashed before his eyes. 

"Jimin," Daehyun stands on his feet, staring at Jimin with those eyes that used to be the same eyes that told him nothing but lies. "You really came." 

"Let's get this over, Daehyun." Jimin manages to say as he pulls the chair he'll sit on. He's surprised that he's able to hold eye contact with the man. The pain he caused is done. Jimin is stronger now. It won't hurt him again. Not anymore.

Daehyun. Jimin was twelve when he met Daehyun. Then, he was sixteen when he fell in love with Daehyun. He was seventeen when Daehyun kissed him. He was eighteen when Daehyun first left him. Jimin was twenty-one when he saw Daehyun again. He was twenty-two when he let Daehyun hurt him over and over again. Then Jimin was twenty-four when he realized enough was enough. 

"I'm sorry." Daehyun's voice seems to echo around the place before it reaches Jimin's ears. "I'm deeply sorry, Jimin. For everything." 

This apology. This apology is long overdue. 

"You don't have to say anything. I just— I just want you to know how sorry I am for what I have done." He continues, "I have no excuses and you don't deserve excuses. I have told you so many excuses before. I know you've already found peace now. But I—I'm really sorry, Jimin." 

Jimin closes his eyes. He can feel how sincere Daehyun is. Never before had he seen those eyes. 

"How are you, Daehyun-ah?" Jimin decides to ask, silently accepting Daehyun's apology. He might now forget what happened before but he's slowly finding himself forgiving what all those things Daehyun did. "Have you been well?" 

If it was Jimin from the past year who's sitting in the middle of a café with Daehyun, he would have turned the table around, screamed, and slapped Daehyun in the face.

Daehyun's eyes widened, clearly surprised by Jimin's response. "I have been well. I've met someone." 

Jimin nods, "Good for you, then." 

"I'm actually getting married, Jimin-ah. His name is Seojin." Daehyun smiles, "He's the love of my life."

"A 'he'." Jimin unconsciously voices out. 

Daehyun nods slowly, a wash of adoration appears in his eyes. "Yes." 

Jimin finds himself smiling, "I'm proud of you, Daehyun." 

"How about you? The guy you're with—" 

"No, not my boyfriend." Jimin cuts him off before even asking. "He's someone really special." 

"He loves you. I can see it. Judging by how intense he's been staring at me, he must want to smack me in the face so bad." Daehyun chuckles, looking back at Yoongi before returning his eyes to Jimin. "I hope you're happy now, Jimin-ah."

Jimin nods, "Happier than ever, Daehyun." 

***

"How was it?" Yoongi asks, protectively placing his hand on Jimin's back. "Are you okay?" 

Jimin turns to him, touching his chin, "I'm okay, Yoongi. We talked like grown-ups. There were no tears, no cursing. We're okay."

The elder leans his head close to Jimin. Heaving a sigh of relief, squeezing Jimin's waist. "That's good to know." 

"Let's come home. I still have some explaining to do." Then Jimin takes Yoongi's hand, interlacing it with his. 

Yoongi. Yoongi is the reason why he's at peace.

***

"He's technically not my ex because we were never in a relationship. It started out when Daehyun's family moved to Seoul. We became classmates for years. We were never close until 10th grade. We started to hang out together. It was wholesome at first until I realized I've been catching feelings for him." Jimin stares at their interlaced hands, "I was too scared to confess because I was really young. I was just not ready to come out of the closet yet. But then 11th grade came, he started to give signs that he liked me too."

"Same year, he got my first kiss. We lived off hiding behind those big trees in our school. Sometimes sneaking out at night. Or I'd tell my mom I would go to Taehyung's when in reality I was just meeting up with Daehyun at the park." Jimin looks up at Yoongi, seeing him calmly listening to everything he has to say, "That went on for an entire year. We never went beyond touching. It was— I was over the moon every time we touched hands under the library table. It was like that until 12th grade came, he never showed up to class. Next thing I knew, our homeroom teacher was telling us Choi Daehyun is no longer part of our class."

"You know what happened during college. My mom passed away. I was coping, you know? I was able to go a week without crying. Then in my 3rd year of college, we saw each other. It was like first love resurfacing again for a second chance for me. I really thought it's gonna be it for us but it was worse. That time, I was already out. I've dated so many guys and I wasn't ashamed of that. Not one bit. So when we were fooling around, I thought we'd actually hold hands on the streets like a normal couple. Turns out, he's still stuck in the closet. It was fine with me but then he was dating a girl— all while screwing me at night in a motel he always paid for." Yoongi's hand tightens its grip, "It was all trauma man I finally decided to break things off. He's the reason why I couldn't get sleep at night. He hurt me so much that I decided to leave the city of Seoul and live here peacefully." 

"I— you've been through so much, baby. I'm sorry." Yoongi wraps him in a warm embrace, cradling him like a baby. "You don't deserve any of that."

"I'm okay now, Yoongi. You don't have to worry." Jimin whispers against the elder's neck. He then wraps his arms around Yoongi's waist too. "I'm okay."

"I'm so proud of you." Yoongi kisses his temple, "You're great, baby. You really are." 

Safe. That's how he feels. In Yoongi's arms, no one can ever hurt him. 

***

"Good morning." Yoongi greets as soon as he sees Jimin in the living room with his curious yet sleepy eyes. "Did the noise wake you up?" 

Yoongi closes the door behind him and comes straight to where Jimin is standing. He is smiling because he just couldn't contain his excitement.

"Good morning, hyungie." Jimin looks at the thing that got delivered earlier. "A piano?" 

The elder nods frantically, easily sliding his hand on Jimin's waist to his back. "I've been waiting for this to arrive. It's the one I had back in our old house." He looks at his piano with adoration, "I missed this thing." 

That explains why Yoongi had a piano chair when he just moved in. Jimin was a bit confused why there's a piano chair but no piano. "So you play piano?"

"Yes. I had piano lessons when I was five. Ever since then, I fell in love with it." 

"Can you play something for me then?" Jimin looks at him, smiling. The idea of Yoongi playing the piano makes Jimin blush. "Please?" 

Yoongi chuckles, dropping his head on Jimin's shoulder. "I haven't played in such a long time. I need practice."

"That's fine. I just wanna see you play." He nudges Yoongi. "Then you can teach me the basics afterward. I've always been wanting to learn." 

"Okay, fine. Don't expect it to be perfect, 'kay?" 

Yoongi then feels the piano keys against his fingertips. It's been a while. He stopped playing piano after he moved out of their house. He didn't get the chance to bring it with him because the place he got in Seoul was too tight. 

It feels natural. Yoongi's fingers effortlessly find their way to the keys and create the most beautiful melody Jimin has ever heard. The softness of the sound as they hit Jimin's ears and the sight of Yoongi feeling himself do make Jimin's heart swell in happiness. 

As Yoongi ends the song, Jimin walks up to him and wraps his arms around Yoongi, hooking his chin on the elder's shoulder. "It's beautiful." 

Yoongi eases to Jimin's touch, leaning his head against Jimin's, then he chuckles, "I should practice more often so it would be more beautiful." 

"Don't forget to teach me how to play it too. I think it's gonna be fun." 

The other takes Jimin's hand and raises it in front of their eyes. He touches Jimin's fingers then he giggles, "Your cute fingers will be putting their lives on the line. Are you sure?"

"Sometimes, you're really mean." Jimin pouts which Yoongi kisses away with a chuckle. 

"Let's make something to eat, hm?" 

***

It's a sunny day out. There are at least two weeks left before Jimin goes back to work. He's kinda dreading it because he has grown accustomed to Yoongi's presence. He already grew to love the quiet bond they have. 

He would not deny it anymore. He loves Yoongi. 

It's easier to show it now after talking with Daehyun. The pain slowly subsided and it's easier to breathe at night. The closure he had always hoped for finally happened and he's just glad Yoongi was there to support him. He never felt so safe before. He never felt so cared for. Yoongi has his ways of letting Jimin feel everything he needs to feel. It's like Yoongi made him emotionally intelligent because truth be told, Yoongi is good at expressing how he feels. It may not always be through words but his actions.

"Hey, you'll drown in your own thoughts." Jimin quickly turns his head to his friend. "What's up?"

The diner is quiet during early afternoons. Which is why Jimin chose to stay there while waiting for Yoongi. It's not as quiet as their empty homes and Jimin likes that. He likes to meet people from time to time. He likes to see familiar faces.

"Nothing." Then Jimin feels his lips tugged into a smile. "I don't know. I feel happy." 

"I can see that." Hoseok sits right in front of him with an apron around his body. He was busy helping out in the kitchen because he's understaffed. He gave the younger employees a vacation because classes will resume soon. "You're glowing in happiness." 

Jimin sighs as he plays with his half-filled cup of hot chocolate. He can remember the first time Yoongi made him a homemade hot chocolate. It soon became a habit of the elder boy, which never not made Jimin giddy. "I really thought I'll relapse, hyung. I thought I'd go back to not being able to sleep at night. I thought I'll be feeling the pain like it was just yesterday. Yoongi being there for me and reassuring me of his presence helped a lot." 

"I never thought there'd be someone who would give me so much strength, you know?" He continues. He sees how Hoseok smiles back at him with genuine happiness in his eyes. "He doesn’t know it but he healed something in me that he didn't break." 

"He's taking care of you well." Hoseok replies, 

Jimin nods, "He deserves the truth, hyung. I can't keep on denying that I love him." 

"Then tell him." The chair beside Hoseok is being pulled and Seokjin sits on it. He wears that familiar smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but your conversation was getting too interesting, I had to join." 

Hoseok snickers, leaning his body onto Seokjin. They're even sweeter than they usually are. "For how long were you listening?" 

"About a minute. I didn't miss much from what I could tell." He wiggles his brows at Jimin, "So, what now?" 

The youngest of the three cackles, "Hello to you, hyung. And yes, I've been planning to tell him already. Maybe later." 

"I'm proud of you, Jiminie." Seokjin looks at him and sighs, "And I'm glad you found your peace." 

"Me too, hyung." Jimin says back,

After a while of chit-chatting, their topics jumping from one to another, Jimin's phone vibrates and upon checking, he sees Yoongi's message.

[from: yoongi♡]

hey, pretty. i'm on my way to hoseok's diner. i got my permit.

[to: yoongi♡]

that's great, hyung! i'll wait for you here.

The moment Yoongi arrives, he casually kisses Jimin's head before sitting on the empty seat beside the younger one. He greets Hoseok,  Seokjin, and Namjoon who arrived a few minutes earlier than him with a smile. 

"Oh, we're complete." Hoseok points out, softly clapping his hands. He gives both Yoongi and Jimin a knowing look before saying, "It's been a while."

Jimin just rolls his eyes and rests his hand on Yoongi's thigh. It's an intimate gesture. He just wants to feel Yoongi close. 

"Where have you been?" Seokjin asks, a question directed to Yoongi. Jimin hasn't said anything to them even though they asked repeatedly. He says it's something Yoongi should tell them himself.

Yoongi shyly smiles, "I applied to get a permit to open a vet clinic." 

Jimin automatically smiles. He feels really happy for Yoongi. It's been a recurring conversation between them for a long time. If Jimin didn't mention it to Yoongi, Yoongi wouldn't even have any interest in it. But he soon confessed how he missed his job. 

"What?! That's great, hyung." Hoseok says, "It's about time to have a clinic for babies like Moni." 

"Where do you plan to open your clinic?" Namjoon asks,

Yoongi turns to Seokjin, "Seokjin hyung said there's a vacancy in the commercial building they own. I'm hoping I can sign a contract with him." 

"Are you kidding me?" Seokjin gasps, "I'll give you that spot with a discount. You should've told me sooner so I can help with the papers."

"I easily got approved to open a clinic. I just have to come back with the other requirements. I guess this town really needs an accessible clinic." Yoongi replies, "I really hope it opens soon." 

***

"I'm excited, Jimin-ah." Yoongi cannot hide it. His voice is exhilarating and he keeps on swinging their interlaced hands as they walk back home. "Also, the grooming services is a great idea. I can't believe I haven't thought of that.

Jimin giggles, intentionally nudging Yoongi's shoulder lightly. "I can't wait to see how it goes. You're gonna be just great." 

The elder one nods, "Do you want to have dinner in the backyard? I'm thinking of an early dinner so we can catch the sunset." 

"Sure. Anywhere with you is fine." Then he smiles at Yoongi, almost closing his eyes. 

He doesn't miss the way Yoongi's aura softens. He smiles back at Jimin, touching the younger's nose. "What do you want to eat, hm? I'll get it ready when we get back." 

"We should eat what you like. It's always my favorites." 

Yoongi makes a face, almost teasing because of how sweet Jimin is today. "You sure?" 

Jimin just rolls his eyes,

When they got home, Yoongi took out the meat from the freezer to let it defrost naturally. Jimin insisted they should rest for a while because the sun doesn't set until 6:30 pm anyways. When Yoongi woke up, Jimin was still on the bed with him, sleeping. He decided to come out first and let Jimin sleep in as he prepared the food.

It's 6 pm and he's done preparing the food. There's meat to grill, steamed eggs, and kimchi jjigae. 

"Hyung, why didn't you wake me up?" Jimin asks, pouting. He walks up to Yoongi with his eyes focused on the food. "I could've helped you prepare these." 

"You look peaceful sleeping. I don't have the heart to wake you up just yet." Yoongi settles his hand on Jimin's back and pulls him closer. "Let's take this out, hm?" 

Jimin nods and takes in his hand the steamed eggs. He makes sure Yoongi goes ahead of him, anticipating a reaction from him as he opens the door to the backyard. Jimin could practically feel his heart trying to leave his chest. It's beating uncontrollably.

"Wha–" Yoongi looks at him and back to the backyard. "Jimin," 

The younger one smiles, "We can put these down first." Then he walks to the table he already set up while Yoongi was fast asleep. 

"When did you–?" Yoongi is still in awe. 

Honestly, it's not even too extravagant. There are just candles on the table and flowers he picked out from the pots they planted on. The chairs have ribbons on them— red ribbons. 

Jimin faces him and places his hand on Yoongi's shoulder. He slowly cups Yoongi's face. "You're precious, you know that? You are so admirable and thoughtful. You are gentle, kind, and caring. You're perfect, Yoongi." 

It's clear how Yoongi's ears redden, breaking eye contact as if he's embarrassed hearing those words from Jimin's mouth. They're touching, yes but he has never heard someone say those words to him. Ever.

"Jimin, why are you—stop it. I'm shy." He looks down, almost hiding his face from Jimin's small hand. He smiles against the younger's touch. 

Jimin giggles as he finds Yoongi undeniably adorable, blushing. "What? I'm only stating facts, my love." 

"Can I ask you something?" Jimin asks, 

"What is it?" 

Using both of his hands, he cups Yoongi's face and Yoongi automatically rests his hands on the younger's waist.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" 

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"Can I be your boyfriend?" 

Yoongi is stunned. He stiffens against Jimin's touch but it's not in any way negative. He soon relaxes, a smile painted on his face.

"Are you kidding me?" Yoongi giggles as he pulls Jimin closer to him. "God, I really wanted to ask that but I didn't want to rush you or anything." 

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispers, "I like you a lot. No, I already do love you, Yoongi. For quite some time now. I just—I'm sorry if I haven't told you sooner." 

The elder leans, gently bumping their foreheads, "I love you, Jimin-ah. I don't care if I had to wait for years. I only want you. No one else." 

"Can you answer my question please?" Jimin asks, giggling.

"Yes, Jimin. You can be my boyfriend. Please be my boyfriend." 

It's just perfect how they both lean in to kiss each other. With the same anticipation, eagerness, and even gentleness. It's almost like they're made for each other.

No, they really are made for each other. 

Jimin and Yoongi, they are each other's person. 

They kiss as the sun goes down just like their worries. Worries of the past. Worries of the future. 

***

Jimin is giggling his way to the bed, taking his shirt off while Yoongi follows him, laughing. The elder one hovers over him, nosing his neck, down to his collarbone.

"The dishes," 

"We can forget about the dishes." He leaves wet kisses on Jimin's collarbone, "Just for now though." 

They haven't done this for a week and call Jimin addicted but he missed this. He missed how Yoongi's hands are suddenly all over him, his mouth is leaving kisses on places he loves. 

"I just want to feel you, hyung." He says under his breath. "Prep me please." 

Yoongi moves up, leaving a peck on Jimin's lip. "Of course, baby." 

The elder takes his time to prep Jimin, kissing the younger's inner thigh which makes Jimin gasp loudly at the anticipation that he's too close to his manhood. Yoongi is three fingers deep inside Jimin. He's taking it slow which is silently a mutual decision. 

This time, things are a little different. 

"Hyung," Jimin breathes out, squeezing Yoongi's arm to get his attention. "I want you. Please." 

Yoongi pulls out carefully in understanding. He takes the condom and rolls it down on his length. He towers over Jimin, kissing him slowly as he gently breaches the muscle of his rim. 

"I love you, Jimin-ah." He whispers, feeling how tight Jimin is hugging his cock. He fully pushes in with a groan. Jimin is always tight, hot, wet. 

"So perfect," 

Jimin lets out a long moan when Yoongi drags out and thrusts back in at slow, calculated pace. "Fuck, b-big." 

"Yoo—ngi," He pulls Yoongi's hair as he hugs him close, wrapping his legs around the elder's waist. "I love you. I love you. Oh, I love you." 

It's not even close to sex. Jimin doesn't want to call it sex. 

They made love. 

It signifies that they're doing it not because they're two horny dudes who find each other attractive. It almost symbolizes their union. 

They are a couple now.

"It killed me every time I needed to go home." Jimin says honestly, his arm draped over Yoongi's toned stomach. He adjusts his head comfortably on Yoongi's chest, loving how he feels his heartbeat against his cheek. "I was longing to be this close to you." 

He feels Yoongi's fingers playing with the locks of his hair. It feels rather sweet that he ends up smiling at the gesture, "I hated when I see you go. I don't know how many times I stopped myself from asking you to stay. I've always wanted you to stay." 

"I don't care if you ask me for back massages or if you want to do my makeup for fun. I don't care if you snore or if you giggle too much over a spilled hot choco. I don't care if you want me to cook everything— anything . Even if it's the most ridiculously made dish ever. I don't care if you constantly nag me about piano lessons or if you play it out of tune or if you carelessly drag the chair on the floor. Heck, I won't get mad if you put too much salt in your scrambled eggs." Yoongi's hand goes down to Jimin's bare back, unconsciously drawing circles. "I just want you here. I just want you to see this is home too."

Jimin looks up at him, "I've never felt so at home, hyung. You made sure I'd never want to leave." 

"And you made sure I'd never want to love anyone else other than you, Jimin." He sighs, "God, you made it all worth it." 

***

Jimin sighs loudly, slumping his shoulders down. He's getting pissed. They've been at it for thirty minutes now and Yoongi still has some patience left in him, unlike Jimin. 

The elder laughs lightly, tapping Jimin's thigh, "Okay, let's try again. Just go slow. Straighten your back please, love." 

With another deep breath, Jimin tries to play the piano again. For some reason, he always messes up on the same part over and over again. It's not even on the thirty-second mark of the song. 

"I'm done!" He raises his hands up, startling Yoongi beside him. He drops his weight on Yoongi who easily catches him, wrapping him in a warm backhug. "I have no patience for this. I'm close to destroying this." 

Yoongi chuckles, "Please don't. You can destroy anything but this." 

"How do you even have enough patience for this? It's too complicated. I don't like it." Jimin rants. He carelessly presses different keys to show his frustration but of course, not too harsh to actually break any of the keys. He knows how much it will upset his boyfriend if he destroys his one true price possession. 

The other hums, tightening his arms around Jimin a little, "Ah, if you really love something and you're passionate about it, you'll have just enough patience for it."

Jimin lets out a giggle, "It's like you to me. You have enough patience for me. It must mean you really love me." 

Yoongi lets go, making Jimin face him. He makes a surprised face, "Have I not established that?" 

"What? Your patience?" 

The elder one frowns, shaking his head. "That I really love you." 

"God, you're so freaking adorable. You're even pouting." Jimin is giggling as he leans in to steal a kiss from his boyfriend's pouty lips. 

Yoongi then rolls his eyes. Jimin has been enjoying teasing Yoongi too much. He finds it satisfying when he leaves Yoongi either flushed or sulky. Or when Yoongi makes a light grumbling sound when Jimin says something unexpectedly annoying. Obviously, Yoongi melts in Jimin's kiss every time. 

"You insufferable." Yoongi responds, "It should be illegal to use my weaknesses against me. Do you really love me?" 

"Why? Don't you like it? When I kiss you. I thought you're a big sucker for kisses. I remember you telling me that when we had our agreement." Jimin says, smiling widely, that Yoongi's heart skips a beat despite the constant teasing from him. "Where did we put that—ah! I know where it is." 

"Yah!" Yoongi calls his attention, breaking into laughter. He doesn't do anything other than that to stop Jimin from going through one of his drawers to find their agreement paper that's been forgotten some time ago. "Jimin-ah," 

Jimin places his point finger against his lip, making shushing sounds at Yoongi. He opens the paper, smiling too hard his cheeks hurt. "Hm, One, no staying overnight. We did that really well."

The only night that Jimin slept over was after meeting with Daehyun. He doesn't need to explain why. It was what he needed. It was just right.

"Second, well, we always use protection until now." Jimin nods, "Do you want to try barebacking?" 

Yoongi chokes on nothing, all air gets punched out of his lungs. "Stop teasing for the love of God." 

"I'm just saying," Jimin shrugs, "Third one is to tell if we're seeing other people. We both didn't have anyone other than each other. A point to support our barebacking agenda." 

The elder groans. He doesn't dislike the idea of barebacking. It actually amplifies his sex drive which is on low for a couple of days because they've been fucking for seven days straight. "Jimin, I swear."

"We can talk about it later. Much later." Jimin smiles. A smile that's too considerate. It's clear that he doesn't want to push Yoongi into something he's not comfortable doing. They both do. Yoongi is also like that.

"We'll talk about it when you're not sore." Yoongi clears it out, "Add this to your points— barebacking turns me on." 

Jimin giggles, biting his lips as he focuses back on the paper. "Alright, a point noted. Ehem, third, no cuddling and hand-holding. Okay, this sucks." 

Yoongi stands to walk up to Jimin, "I wonder who requested that." 

"In my defense, I didn't know I'll end up liking you more than I should have." Jimin says as if he's trying to make a point. He places the paper down the shelf behind him before wrapping his arms around Yoongi's waist. 

"So much for no strings attached, right?" The elder scrunches his nose, laughing. He sighs, remembering what they talked about before, "No feelings involved, that makes me cackle." 

Jimin slaps his shoulder lightly, "You're an idiot." 

"Don't worry, I fell in love first." Yoongi says as if he's making Jimin feel any better. 

The other just scoffs, "You're not so sure about that. I spent three statement shirts worth of counseling sessions at Hoseok hyung's because of you."

"You did?" 

"Yeah," Jimin's smile drops for some reason like it saddens him which immediately worries Yoongi. "It frightened me for a minute. You frightened me."

"What?" Yoongi gently touches Jimin's chin, 

The younger one smiles, shaking his head. "You frightened me not because I thought you're just someone like Daehyun. You're anything but Daehyun. That shit scared me so much. I— I wasn't so sure if I was capable of loving someone too perfect. You're not the problem, okay? I just felt like…"

Jimin breathes out, "I felt like I wasn't stable enough for you. I was lacking— I still am, in so many aspects. I was scared that I might end up hurting you and God, you don't deserve that. You're perfect, Yoongi. You're everything everyone would want to have. You are the love of… my life."

And Jimin doesn't realize the amount of tears falling from his eyes. It takes Yoongi's loving touch for him to notice that. His breathing starts to get unsteady, clutching on Yoongi's shirt. 

"I feel like you don't see how precious you are, Jimin. Oh, how I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You're not just a broken piece of glass. You reflect so much. You are bright and you give me so much happiness. You are so beautiful, it hurts. The first time I saw you, I knew you're hurting. When I started knowing you, I hated that you're hurting. I want to kiss away all your pain, your worries. Because someone like you deserves happiness. You deserve love, a genuine one." Yoongi sniffles, "No one has made me happy like you did. I hope I make you happy as well. We were once broken and I just can't help but think we're brought here together to slowly mend each other." 

"I love you," Yoongi whispers, 

Jimin nods, "I love you," 

***

"Have I told you how good you look with my shirt on?" Yoongi asks like it couldn't wait. Jimin just walks out of the room. "Especially when you forget to wear your shorts?" 

Jimin laughs, looking back at him. "Maybe I did it on purpose. I was hoping I could suck you off while watching basketball." 

"How could you be so shameless in front of my salad?!" 

The younger one walks up to him and sits on his lap. He hooks his hands behind Yoongi's neck, just wanting cuddles.

"Baby, I'm eating." Yoongi says with a laugh, "Are you not hungry?" 

"Hm, I'll eat after I get enough cuddle time." 

"Alright, fine." Then Yoongi easily lets go of his fork, snaking his arms around Jimin. 

Not even a full minute has passed when someone's at the door, pressing the doorbell. 

Jimin groans, "Who on earth thought 8 am is the perfect time to knock on people's houses? I was just getting comfortable." 

Yoongi kisses his shoulder, "Let me just get that, hm? Stay here. Your pants are missing." 

The other rolls his eyes when Yoongi assists him to stand up. He watches Yoongi walking towards the door to check who it is. They are not expecting anyone so Jimin is curious who it might be. He's just too upset his cuddles got cut short. 

"What are you doing here?" Even at a safe distance, Jimin winces at the tone of Yoongi's voice. He could describe it as angry. Yoongi sounds angry. "Leave, Sara." 

Jimin stands, walking closer to where Yoongi is. He still could not see who Yoongi is talking to but this way, he could hear their voice. 

"Yoongi-yah," It's a girl? "I'm sorry for leaving. Don't worry, I'm back for good. Can I– can I come in? I traveled a long way to come here." 

"I told you to leave. " Yoongi's voice is ice cold. 

"Yoongi, please." 

"Leave, Sara or I'm calling the cops." 

Jimin's eyes widened. Yoongi has never mentioned 'Sara' before. He must be so mad at this person for him to threaten her like that.

Sara scoffs, "What? Yoongi, I'm your girlfriend. You can't call the cops on me." 

"You are fucking unbelievable." Yoongi mutters, "Are you delusional?" 

"We never broke u—"

"You left." Yoongi slides his tongue against his cheek, trying to find enough strength in him to calm down. "You left without saying anything. You made me look like a fool waiting for you. Years , Sara. I lost count of how many years. Leave, you have no relevance in my life." 

He sees Yoongi closing the door but it's stopped midway. Sara pushes the door open, uninvitedly stepping inside of Yoongi's home which makes Yoongi take a step back. "What the fuck?" 

"No, Yoongi. You promised me, right? We're getting married once everything is settled. I'm back–"

"Get the fuck out of my house or I'm going to throw you out." 

"Yoongi—"

"He told you to leave." Jimin could not handle any more of this bullshit. He finally comes out from where he is hiding and faces Sara. She's a pretty girl. She's tall, a little shorter than Jimin. She has long black curly hair and a red lip. 

Sara looks at him with a raised brow, "Excuse me, who are you?" 

"No," Jimin stares back at her, smirking. "Who are you? What do you need from my husband?" 

He can see how Sara's jaw locks, "I don't see any rings."

Jimin shrugs, moving closer to Yoongi. Thankfully, Yoongi takes the hint and rests his hand on the younger's petite waist. "We had a rough night last night. Really rough, I'm sore. Anyway, our rings are inside, soaking in cleaners. I didn't know it's hard to take cum off of diamonds. Did you know that?" 

Sara curses under her breath before turning her back to leave. When she's out of sight, Yoongi significantly relaxes against Jimin then he closes the door. Jimin faces the elder, hugging him tight. He doesn't know what really happened between them but he trusts Yoongi enough to know he'll eventually learn the truth. 

"You okay?" 

Yoongi nods, "Yeah, I am. I'm just… shocked." 

"Do you want to sit down?"

"I just need your hug for a few minutes."

Jimin hums in understanding, willingly giving the hug that Yoongi needs. 

The two of them ended up on the couch. Yoongi has told Jimin everything about Sara. Turns out, she was the one Jungkook was referring to last time. He hated the girl so much. Sara was Yoongi's first ever serious relationship. They moved in together after a couple of months of dating. They both took veterinary medicine. After passing the licensure exam, they built their own clinic together. They were doing well until Sara went off-grid one day. She just left without saying anything to Yoongi. No explanations, nothing. He just heard from Sara's sister that she's in New York. Yoongi wasn't sure what she was doing there but he really tried to wait. He finally got the news that Sara is seeing someone, an American. Everything was just so fucked up until he chose to heal. He moved on pretty quickly because if he's being honest, he already knew his worth. Then he found himself browsing through the internet until he came across a house for sale in Namwon. If that didn't happen, he wouldn't be with Jimin today.

"So you sold your clinic?" Jimin asks, 

"Yeah, I sold it to my classmate back in college." The elder replies, "Good thing everything was under my name so it was easier." 

Jimin groans, "The audacity of that woman." 

"It's fine. You scared her away, husband ." 

"She was crossing so many boundaries. I had to step up. Sorry if I intervened." He sighs, adjusting to lay on Yoongi's stomach. 

The elder one just plays with his hair, "I'm actually glad you did. I think you already scared her by coming out in your underwear." 

Jimin can't help but laugh, "I had no time, okay? Plus that made it more believable." 

"That we had a very rough night?" 

He nods, "Yep, that." 

"That was hot. You know that?" Yoongi lowers his head to whisper against Jimin's ear. "I have never wanted to bend you over and fuck you raw." 

Jimin quickly gets up, startling Yoongi. 

"What?" 

Jimin raises his brow, "Let's go." 

"Where?" Yoongi asks, chuckling. 

"Bend me over and fuck me raw. Come on."

Chapter Text

"Love, have you seen my socks?" 

Jimin looks back at him, "It's in the second drawer." 

Yoongi mumbles his "thanks," before taking his socks from the drawer. He sits by the edge of the bed, jittering.

His boyfriend chuckles lightly, staring at him with fondness in his eyes. "You need to calm down, honey." He stands from the single couch to sit next to Yoongi. 

"Right? It's just an opening. I've done this before. It shouldn't be this nerve-wracking." Yoongi says, noticeably playing with his calloused fingers. 

Jimin knows how much this means to him. Finally, his clinic is ready for opening after months of preparations. It took longer than expected. Yoongi has been really anxious about it but the people in their town have already shown their great anticipation for the clinic. Almost every household in Namwon has pets with no vet clinics within the area. Yoongi is doing a great deed. 

"Hey," Jimin holds his hand, "You know, right? How amazing you are. I'll be with you every step of the way. I'll hold your hand if you need me to. You are doing great. You will do great." 

"Thank you, my love." Yoongi pulls Jimin for a hug, kissing the top of his head.

They're officially together for three months now. It has been nothing but happiness and love filling their voids. It's amazing how the two of them have extreme patience and understanding for each other. 

"Should we go now? Some of the guests must be on their way to the clinic." 

The elder one hums, "Yeah, let's go. Eomma can't wait to meet you." 

Jimin automatically smiles at the thought of meeting Yoongi's mom. He has been counting down the days. They have talked on the phone every time she calls Yoongi. Sometimes she ends up only wanting to talk to Jimin and leave Yoongi out. It's cute how they have formed a bond between them even only through phone calls. 

When they arrive at the clinic, they immediately see Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Moni is there too beside Hoseok. Some of their neighbors are also there, chatting. 

"It's just a silly ribbon-cutting ceremony, honey. Don't worry." Jimin says beside him, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Let's go." 

Yoongi smiles, Jimin is such a gem. 

***

"You look totally gorgeous, ma'am." Jimin says, totally heart-eyed for Yoongi's mother who stands just a few feet away from him. 

The woman turns to him and smiles. It's cute how she also has the same gummy smile that Yoongi has. He must have got it from her. "My dear, Jimin-ah! Lovely to finally meet you."

Jimin finally reaches her and immediately wraps her in a hug. The woman reciprocates, leaving soft pats on Jimin's back. Yoongi is just behind Jimin, insisting to introduce them formally to each other. It doesn't look needed though. 

"How was your trip coming here?" He asks, barely letting go of the woman. He just moves to the side so Yoongi can join in the conversation. His boyfriend doesn't even make any sound. He just looks happy to be there.

Yoongi's mom dramatically sighs, "It was certainly a bad idea to travel on the same day of the event. I didn't know Jungkook knew how to fly a car." 

"Did he overspeed?" Yoongi asks, laughing lightly.

"Your brother," She pats Yoongi's forearm.

"His brother?" They all turn around to see Jungkook on his way to them with two small plates of dessert. "Eomma, are you badmouthing me? Your favorite son?"

Jungkook winks at Jimin as he passes by him then he hands one plate to their mom. 

"Yah, did you go overspeeding?" Yoongi asks him with a scolding tone that Jimin finds adorable.

"I didn't!" Jungkook frowns, pouting, "I was totally within the limit. Eomma just thought I was going too fast because the road was empty." 

Jimin smiles, "We have some rooms ready for you. We wouldn't let you guys travel at night. It could be dangerous."

"I can sleep in Jimin's house tonight. You two should stay in mine. It's going to be more convenient that way." Yoongi gently pulls Jimin closer to him by placing his hand on Jimin's waist. "I have almost everything in my house anyway."

Yoongi's mom shakes her head, "No, I wouldn't be comfortable staying in your room, darling. It's your personal space." 

"Then, Jungkook can—"

"Nope," He shakes his head, "I'm sorry but I don't want to sleep in the bed that you two have been ho—"

"Okay, shut up." Yoongi's hand is already in Jungkook's face, desperately wanting him to stop talking. They all know what he's trying to say anyway.

Jimin somehow feels a wave of embarrassment. Jungkook seeing his hickey was humiliating enough. He doesn't need their mom to actually hear about them having sex on her son's bed.

"More reason for me not to sleep in your room then." Yoongi's mom says lightheartedly. She laughs facing Jimin with a wink. She must have noticed. "No need to be shy about that, my dear. I'm a mother of two boys. It's more concerning if they don't have any of that, right?" But somehow she looks at Jungkook,

"Eomma!" Jungkook whines, 

Jimin laughs, "Jungkook can stay in my room. Don't worry. It's clean. " Because technically, they haven't done anything in his house. It's always in Yoongi's house for reasons they cannot explain either. 

"He doesn't sleep there often." Yoongi says, supporting Jimin's statement. He looks at Jungkook and nods, "Occupy that room instead." 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, shoving the last bite of his dessert in his mouth. "Fine. I don't want to drive back tonight anyway." 

"Yoongi, you should greet your other guests, dear. Just leave Jimin with me and I'll be fine." She says, patting Yoongi's shoulder. She smiles at Jimin, nudging him like she's excited to chat with him all throughout the entire afternoon. 

Jimin nods at his boyfriend with a reassuring squeeze on his arm. "Go on. Come find me if this all starts to feel overwhelming for you, hm?"

"Will do." Yoongi makes sure to gently touch Jimin's nose with his knuckles before he leaves. 

"I have never seen him this happy." Yoongi's mom says with fondness in her eyes. She sighs, "Thank you, Jimin-ah." 

Jungkook turns to Jimin, "He looks healthy too. Seems like you're taking good care of him. We really appreciate that, hyung."

"Ah, we take care of each other well. I got lucky, really. It's not all the time we get to meet someone like him. Not everyone can experience Yoongi's love." Call him dramatic or emotional or whatever. Jimin loves Yoongi so much. More than he could ever explain. 

"I'm so glad he found you. You're really good for him." 

And Jimin could just melt at that. Jimin feels a strong sense of belongingness with Yoongi. He could be anyone around him. He could be the most annoying creature and Yoongi would just sigh, trying not to laugh because they're both dorks who are deeply in love with each other.

Made for each other, for sure.

***

"I'm sorry, I'm so late. Is the event done?" Taehyung breathes heavily, his hair is a little messed up. He looks stressed out.

Jimin walks up to him to give him a hug, "What happened to you?"

The other groans, "Everything doesn't go my way. My car decided to break down on me on a very important day. Where's Yoongi? Let me greet him." 

Jimin chuckles, holding his best friend's hand. "Let me fix you up first. He's with his mom and brother. You can't face my future in-laws looking like a total wreck, dear." He lifts his hand to fix Taehyung's curly locks. His hair grew a lot since they last saw each other. Taehyung seems to have his perm retouched. His best friend looks gorgeous as ever even with his tired appearance.

"You're right. I'm your family. It would be a shame if they didn't like me on our first interaction." Taehyung says in realization. "Am I too pale? Should I put some tint on my lips?" 

"Did you carry one in your pocket?" Jimin asks, "Let me put some on you." 

Taehyung giggles, pulling his lip tint out and handing it to Jimin. The elder quickly puts some on Taehyung, still keeping it natural. He knows how his best friend hates walking around looking too pale. That's why he carries a lip tint around. Jimin usually gets new tints for him every two months when they were still living together.

"Where? Can you just point them out? So I can prepare." Taehyung whispers as he's being dragged by Jimin. There are still a handful of people in the clinic so Taehyung struggles to find Yoongi's mom. 

"There she is and beside her is Yoongi's brother," Jimin says, pointing at the two people standing at the corner of the room. Taehyung could not see Yoongi's brother as his back was facing them. Yoongi's mom on the other hand is too visible for Taehyung not to recognize. The similarities between her and Yoongi is uncanny. 

"She's so pretty." Taehyung whispers again, 

Jimin just chuckles, nodding as they come close to them. "Ms. Jeon, Jungkook, let me introduce to you my best friend, Taehyung." 

Taehyung follows behind Jimin with the biggest smile he could ever give. He knows how significant this first meeting is. Jimin is right, Taehyung is his only family left and also Taehyung's family. 

But Taehyung's smile drops almost immediately when Yoongi's brother turns around.

"What the–" Taehyung whispers to himself,

Jungkook is just as surprised as him. 

"What a pretty man, you are!" Yoongi's mom gasps, clapping her hands. She turns to Taehyung, staring at him and back to Jimin. "The two of you are so pretty. Are you single, my dear? What's your name again?" 

Jimin is giggling beside them, not knowing the internal turmoil happening with Taehyung. He tries to smile, "I am Taehyung, ma'am." 

"Taehyung. The name suits you well, darling." She laughs, "Are you single?" 

"I am." He mumbles. He tries his best not to look at Yoongi's brother at all. He just would not. He refuses to.

Yoongi's mom gasps again, "Perfect!" Then she pulls Jungkook closer to her, "This is my other son, Jungkook. He's also pretty much single. You two should get to know each other." 

"Eomma, please." Jungkook manages to whisper to her, 

Jimin's eyes widen because he definitely sees a vision between his best friend and Yoongi's brother. They look too good together even though their vibes significantly contrast. 

It's going to be exciting.

~a year later~

"Good morning, love." Yoongi whispers against his ear, "Wake up, sleepy head."

Jimin opens one eye, his hand landing on Yoongi's jaw. "Hm, good morning. What time is it?" 

Yoongi chuckles, "It's almost 8 am. I have to go, love. The clinic won't run without me there. I already made you breakfast." 

Jimin whines, "Let me cuddle with you first. I need my energy booster for today." He opens his arms, smiling as he waits for Yoongi's warmth to engulf him. His boyfriend does not disappoint though. He wraps Jimin in a hug, kissing his neck. "Don't start something you can't finish, love." 

"Who said I couldn't finish, hm? I'd ruin you if you like but not now." Yoongi pushes Jimin's hair away from his face, "I'll see you tonight." 

The younger one groans, moving his head to face Yoongi. He pouts, "I won't see you again for the next nine hours." 

"You've gotten too clingy, my love. And you know it's impossible for you not to see me within those nine hours."

Jimin just sighs, still not letting go of Yoongi. He just stares at his boyfriend and how his hair was done too nicely today. He's wearing a new dress shirt that settles nicely on his body. Yoongi is just perfect.

"How can I not be clingy if you look like this? Whose dog are you dressing up for?" 

Yoongi laughs loudly, slightly throwing his head back. Sometimes he gets surprised at Jimin's random remarks. They're always too funny. "You're unbelievable." 

"Kiss me first before I let you go." And Yoongi is more than happy to comply. "I love you."

"Mhm, I love you. Get up now. You have a class at 10 am, right?" Yoongi gently tugs him to sit right up. "I won't leave unless you get off our bed now, love." 

Jimin has already resigned from being a PE teacher. He now owns a small studio where he teaches dance classes to children. Hoseok also helps out sometimes. Jimin's studio is popular in Namwon. The building where it's located is pretty famous.

"See you later, love. Let's have lunch together, hm?" Yoongi kisses him again before getting all his stuff. "Also, please tell your students to keep their voices down. My patients get startled every five minutes." 

The younger one laughs. That's the fifth time Yoongi has complained to him. Most of Jimin's students are kids and they get excited every time they get one complicated move right. Although Jimin does try his best to keep their noises down, sometimes he just couldn't. There are times he gets reminded of his conversation with Yoongi when the elder first moved in. Kids are really complicated.

"Alright, but I won't promise none of them are going to visit your clinic to see some cute pets." Jimin shrugs, "Go on, you're already running late."

"Take care, okay?" Yoongi smiles at him, "Knock on the clinic when you arrive." 

"Noted." He waves his hand, blowing a kiss. 

After Yoongi opened his vet clinic, Jimin got inspired to start his own dancing school. Although he's still far from actually establishing a school, he's on his way to that dream. He rented a room beside Yoongi's clinic. That's where his dance classes are being held.

He smiles when he sees the food Yoongi has prepared. The elder never fails to prepare food for them. He gets bothered when Jimin doesn't have anything to eat. People are right, Jimin is spoiled.

Jimin quickly finishes getting ready for work. He's done with the dishes, taking a shower, and making their bed. He still got at least 40 minutes before his class begins. So he decides to drop by his house first.

"Yah, let me remind you this is not your house anymore." He laughs at Taehyung who's very much grumpy. "Do you have some decency to at least knock before using your keys?" 

"Good morning to you too, my lovely Taehyungie." Jimin walks up to him and kisses his cheek. "Why are you up so early?" 

Taehyung's eyes widen a little but he tries to keep it cool, "Ah, I have to bring Tannie to Yoongi hyung. Are you on your way to your studio?" 

"What? What happened to our baby? Where's Tannie?" 

His best friend smiles, "He's fine. I'll just bring him for his monthly check-up. Can you wait for me? I'll just change." 

"Hm, make it fast. I have a class at 10 am." Jimin says, 

Taehyung is done after three minutes. Of course, he looks stylish. But he looks at Jimin with those judgemental eyes, "Can you change into something more…pretty?" 

"Soulmie, I'm going to teach dance." 

"I know but please change. I have cute tops here." Taehyung walks to his room,

"Fine as long as it's not Jungkook." Jimin jokes and the entire house goes quiet. Taehyung turns to him, giving him a warning look. "I'm kidding." 

"You're aware I'm still gonna change into something more comfortable when we get there, right?" Jimin asks. He's holding Yeontan in his arms, gently rubbing the back of his ears. "But fine, I haven't dressed up like this for a long time." 

"Not like you don't know how obsessed I am with dressing you up. You're the perfect model for me." Taehyung replies, "Also, that piece is a sample. I need to see someone wearing it." 

The other hums, "It's cute. I like it. Anyway, where's Jungkook?" 

"That guy can turn invisible and I wouldn't care." Taehyung mumbles, "How on earth did we end up living together?" 

Jimin cackles. He laughs because this Jungkook and Taehyung situation is never not too funny for him and Yoongi. Jimin moved into Yoongi's house a long time ago. Just as Taehyung promised, he moved to Namwon to be with Jimin. The thing is, on the same day, Jungkook also went to Namwon with all of his things. 

They ended up renting Jimin's house. Of course, that didn't end without Jungkook and Taehyung almost setting the house on fire. 

"But why do you guys hate each other so much?" Jimin couldn't stop laughing. He thanks God he's holding Yeontan because if not, Taehyung would have smacked his head.

"I already told you! He stole my sweater." Taehyung groans, "And we had many more interactions after that. He just makes my blood boil, you know? He's the total opposite of your boyfriend. He's such an ass. I hate him." 

"Really?" Jimin sighs, "I was hoping you could explain that hickey behind your ear." 

"WHAT?!"

Jimin just laughs as he walks past his best friend who is loudly following him. Curses and whines come out of his mouth. His relationship with Jungkook is clearly a love-hate relationship. Taehyung might not admit it but Jimin knows he's starting to catch feelings for Yoongi's brother.

"I'll drop by the clinic first." He tells Taehyung. He tries not to let out another chuckle when he sees Taehyung uncomfortably touching his ear. He looks too conscious.

The clinic is quiet. No Yoongi nor Yoongi's staff on sight. 

"Why is there no one here?" He questions, looking at Taehyung with confused eyes. "Yoongi left two hours ago because he has work to do." 

Taehyung quietly takes Yeontan from Jimin and shrugs, "Maybe they had a break time or whatever. Let's go to your studio first. It's almost 10 am. Your students will arrive soon." 

Jimin just nods and walks ahead. The studio is just in the next room. He sighs, the curtains are still down and he's sure it's still a bit of a mess inside. He always rolls the curtains down because the studio is all glass. It's his way of maintaining the privacy of his class. 

"Do you have somewhere to be after Tannie's check-up?" He asks while his hands are busy unlocking the door of his studio.

"I'll probably bring him to the park. He needs exercise, you know." Then Taehyung begins to hum a song he's been currently addicted to. He sways his body a little because apparently, Yeontan loves that. Such a sweet little baby.

"Please do take pictures of him— what is this?" 

Jimin's hand flies to cover his mouth. He's speechless. He scans the entire room and he sees all of his friends. All of them. Namjoon and Jungkook are holding up a "Will you marry me?" sign. Hoseok and Seokjin were beside them, just happy to be there and witness something so beautiful. 

Then he pinned his eyes on Yoongi, down on his knee, 

the love of his life.

Yoongi smiles even with his glassy eyes, "Park Jimin, will you allow me to spend every waking moment with you?" 

Without any hesitation, Jimin runs to Yoongi and kisses his lips. He doesn't care if his back would hurt from crouching too low. He just needs Yoongi to know his answer. His tears start to roll down his cheek,

"I love you. I will marry you." He whispers in between sobs, "Of course, I will marry you." 

And from there on, they live happily ever after.